The Tune Of Love Poem by Namita Rani Panda

The serene morning sun
Looks so cool and calm
Being fanned by cool soothing breeze
Perfumed with Mahua and Mango blossoms
The cuckoo sings mellifluous song to please
And the sun rises with ecstasy and ease

The helicopters hover above the head, not so high
With loud sharp cry,
Spinning their wings
Like eagles prepared for preying
Rattling and juddering
The children below in assembly
Though rapt in prayers for peace and happiness
They open their eyes, distracted, looked up at the sky
The helicopters passed whizzing not so high
The buzzing becomes sharper and louder
As if the blades are ready to chop the foes to end the woes
But it subdues the voice of the teacher
In spite of the children's efforts to be attentive and sincere
More than hundred times hover the helicopters
Life tremors with the fast rotating wings of the rattler
That steals peace of mind of the patients as well as doctors
The babies cling closer to the bosom of their mothers
Humanity sacrifices peace for the peace to be restored
The rattling chokes the voice of humanity and nature
The song of cuckoo is no more to hear
The cool breeze turns from hot to hotter
Polluted with the smell of burnt gunpowder
Helicopters continue thummering
The strings of life, the hearts continue playing
To the tune of violence
with Himalayan patience