Burning sun blazes
With its full intensity
Over my dozed head!
Just after childhood dreams
Oh! Now I am at teenage.
Still………
I remember my old friends
And the butterfly chase
Bathing and playing
In the great river,
Passing nearby our village
On some of
Such sunny days.
Now……..
All turns blur
And my voice slur,
For a war within another
For some devastating war guns-
Put into the hands
Of all teenagers
Locking them in a dark cage
With so much fear and rage.
Where……..
Humanity is defeated by cruelty
Love takes form of amorous brutality,
Mankind is slapped and ragged
All art are enslaved
With the avarice of power;
Tradition is tranquilized
For some vogue demands
Of those cowards-
Who hides behind
The protected fort
Handing us weapons
Against our own.
But…….
Cold wind blows again
To awake my heart and soul
And I scream blatantly
Triumph! triumph!
Let's triumph over
This war gun.
Absolutely it has been a great human disaster across the world.A real fact established boldly, I like it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your poem is based on truth. this is the real fact: - Humanity is defeated by cruelty Love takes form of amorous brutality, a poet shows the real face of our society/ world....nice work done by you partha....
People experience reality, feels & know it but mostly reluctant to act for some vogue fear.This contradiction is shown basically with a hidden hope as revealed though Triumph! triumph! Let's triumph over This war gun. Thank you for reading carefully