Terror - Poem by Pijush Biswas
How many? How many people will die thus yet?
'Tis beyond the tolerance, I grieve in
The blemished purpose!
All must atone at the God's fairest will.
Where true purpose is now exposed?
Where innocents wander by Lethe?
Where 'Yesterday' meets 'Today'?
Where the Sun arises with care?
There, where many brothers and sisters were
Flickering, daunted by their desire
Will again return the peace?
I doubt in present, I doubt in future.
What swells, or what swelled?
A bereaved mother is worthier than terror
A brother whose breast is just empty
Is worthier than an inpunitive mind.
Where the true standard has gone,
Where bravery has yielded to,
Where mystery of peace has hidden,
Of our world?
I grieve in
Let there be not a Taj
Let there be not a Paris
Let there be not a W.T.C
O God, don't look in anger!
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