So Sad A Catastrophe Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

Don't bite me my lord
tiny creature simply crawling
on the surface
Don't grind me your boot my lord
too heavy to dust my elimination

My lord, your land your sea your forest
mountain yours air sky water thunder
even the marketplace malls brothels
bullets guns and butchers yours
assassination boulevard graveyard crematorium
you you and you my lord
informer yours spy and pilots
where not your silent serpent awaits
to erase unwanted yet nothing eternal
lord could become a slave by the hand of Satan
your radiation of shining strength
hold it tight otherwise eliminating conclave
wouldn't allow you to cry for your prejudices!

Pranab k c
20/05/2024