Robbed Smile Poem by Basanta Lohani

In the battlefield
war horses fight for him
Because he is stripped of
What they enjoy the most

For the continuity of their amusement
Those saviours pawn him
Because he is the source of their legitimacy

With dreams showered on him
He becomes wet with romantic ideals
And they with churning creams

Anyone dares oppose such banditry
Gets trimmed or dissolved
Thus speeds the violence
And the nation is pushed in such cycles
With gradually eroded legitimacy
For their polluting the source

Playing along this alley
Those champions could amass
But the violence could polarise one day
Leaving the the Nation in abyss

The misery is about to bleed
With time flowing in hullabaloo
What radiates now is not glow
A facade supreme
What continues is not rhythm
A beat irregular

Still he continues
Along with his Nation
Plundered, pillaged and resigned to penury
Where a beaming child
Is robbed of his smile