As I walked over the ground free,
Carpeted with gun-powder debris,
Rockets criss-crossed my path,
Smoke blurred my vision,
Fiery eruptions,
Deafening explosions,
Cautioned me,
Of that unsettled war.
A war that started,
Eons ago,
Remains unsettled,
Even today;
The evil mortal,
Gets killed,
And evilness resurrects,
With unrelenting vengeance;
Taking refuge,
In another mortal!
a lovely poem...evilness resurrects..is made to by emotional traditional and even national compulsions...evilness can never be won over in a war..it not only resurrects...it amplifies itself in a war....
a lovely poem...evilness resurrects..is made to by emotional traditional and even national compulsions...evilness can never be won over in a war..it not only resurrects...it amplifies itself in a war....
@ Prof. Indira Babbellapati: I agree with you..they are circumstantial..I have seen a huge board on a prison compound in Agartala, saying, 'Hate the sin, not the sinner.'
it's a cycle, ranjit. nothing ever remains the way it is...evil and good are more circumstantial and neither is static i suppose.
Yes Ranjit....the war is indeed unsettled....the cycle goes on....evil is born....dies and again resurrecates.....its a vicious circle! ! ! !
there will be love and hate, war and peace and you and me......... loveliest write....
sometimes good and sometimes evil two sides of a coin just depends on the toss just accept it my dear but good has to fight evil at all times -10 anjali
Deep, meaningful poem...applicable to present day's demons... 'evilness resurrects, With unrelenting vengeance; Taking refuge, In another mortal! '..... excellent expression...thanks a lot
I wish I could say this is fabricated but you hit it dead on. As long as the world has had humans on it, I'm afraid that nothing is going to change. Your poem is sad but so true. But good has to continue to fight evil. '10! ' my dear friend. Warm Wishes, Marilyn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'...evilness resurrects, With unrelenting vengeance; Taking refuge, In another mortal! '... these lines constitute the soul of the poem... creative work...10