The Akshayapatra Of Love Poem by Prem Nizar Hameed

Somewhere even today
Prudence is on the bed of arrows,
Letting imprudence fill its quivers
With the arrows of hatred

Before the game of dice,
Justice is then mortgaged;
Law and order is undressed;
Responsible responses fall
In the deep silence;
Helplessness sits blindfolded
In favour of blind selfishness

What can I do?
Let me go to the war zone
With my conscience guiding the chariot,
With the only healing kit:
The Akshayapatra of love
Let the inexhaustible vessel of love
Feed the warmongers
To enrich their humanity