Dr. Tulsi Hanumanthu

Rookie (10.6.1938 / India)

To The New Millennium - Poem by Dr. Tulsi Hanumanthu

To the New Millennium (Shakespearan Sonnet)

O Time's titanic offspring come to earth,
A marvel is your own stupendous womb
Wherefrom a thousand sons shall take their birth
To raise, on Hade's immigrants here a tomb?

Are you the premier proxy of our Lord
Send to rid, through your children's aid, the world
Of all the countless apples of discord -
By Satan being relentlessly hurled?

May your first-born be a War-exporter,
Exporting War to Hell by fastest planes!
May the next one be a Peace-importer,
Importing Peace from Heaven by dove-trains!
This wondrous ware could be our magic wand
To exorcise all evils from our land.

Comments about To The New Millennium by Dr. Tulsi Hanumanthu

  • (12/16/2008 3:02:00 AM)

    a marvellous work.
    hope everything you said comes true.
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  • (12/13/2008 8:39:00 AM)

    Your sonnet resonates with this reader. You write with zeal.
    I like your vivid style.

    Kind regards,

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  • Rajaram Ramachandran (12/13/2008 7:51:00 AM)

    Will the new millennium bring a change for good, is a million dollar question? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 7, 2008

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