Sayeed Abubakar

Gold Star - 18,900 Points (21 September 1972 / Jessore / Bangladesh)

No War, No War-Monger

Poem by Sayeed Abubakar

Sometimes it seems, the solution to all problems
Lies only into the pipes of guns.
Sometimes my heart cries, saying
'Mao Tse Tung! Mao Tse Tung! '
Sometimes it seems, only the ammunition of cannons
And the long-range missile will establish peace on earth.

When I get out of illusion, I get back my ownself.
Then addressing myself, I say,
"O Sayeed, what's the poets' business with wars?
You are nothing but a poet, whose only business is
To create the tune of love into lute,
By which tune, men getting spell-bound
Will forget the war,
By which tune, all the killers of mengetting frenzied
Will become men again.

How long will men cry more?
How long will men flee more taking souls into their hands
Like the deer chased by the wolf?
How long will women and infants shout in fear
Watching the death- hill?

If men lose the chance to listen to poems,
Civilization will turn into stone.
If men lose the chance to listen to songs,
Earth will turn into hell.
If men fail to find out love,
They will turn into the killers of men.

No war, only love is needed on earth.
No war-monger, only innumerable poets are needed on earth.

Topic(s) of this poem: humanity

Form: Blank Verse


Poet's Notes about The Poem

World's communal crisis.

Comments about No War, No War-Monger by Sayeed Abubakar

  • Mahtab BangaleeMahtab Bangalee (3/27/2020 10:53:00 AM)

    Sir
    Great writing
    World apealing
    A letter to world's leaders to stop the hypocrite game of wars and deaths!
    Salute you(Report)Reply

    Sayeed Abubakar(3/27/2020 11:14:00 AM)

    Thank you, dear brother and poet.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 27, 2020

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 7, 2020