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A War- A Poem by Sabyasachi Nazrul


A War

Sabyasachi Nazrul



A War..

A planned attack, a constant conflict bringing an innocent Nations to the brink of destruction bearded,

Destroying humanity!

The crying for peace,

The prayer today is Universal,

I want peace, not war!

The clang of ammunition will not lost long

Power, power arrogance is not that this is a heinous crimes,

What is the use of showing off arrogance?

Silent.

The politics of false ego is everywhere today

Wind-boat, water-land,

Violent dinosaur attacks are taking away the lives of innocent woman and children,

The flying song of dead souls.

The power of human consciousness are useless to weapons,

Immersed in the abyss;

Why, in any interest, the blood of precious innocent people is shed, snatch Ness,

There body is frozen in piece due to the bullets there is silence,

Why, whose interest is the destruction of cities, towns, busyness ports, architecture today?

Competition for what?

Domination, arms sales, wasted talent.

Why, why, why do even the quiet, polite, innocent domestic animals fall into the still bloody death?

You are not a warrior, you are a hyaena, a bandit, a monster,

You are an illegitimate child, part of a prostitute;

Why do you want to build a land of crisis,

You are the skin of a vampires fetus.

Ah! Families scattered randomly, refugees with crying, unhappy living, weeping in the others land, chest floating,

The bandage of the souls of ages is left to each others by blows of your bullets.

holi celebration in blood terrible innocent in weapons hinders war,

The world, human life, youth, love is running on the path of destruction,

this is your responsibility.

The endless sea today is also waveless,

innocent men and woman, mother and children skyscraping shouts crying of old age,

The sea of tears too, rate it!

The galaxies have stopped, the incomparable moonlight is also dim, the stars are unresponsive;

When I know the light of sun goes out!

Dust and smoke engulfed the surrounding..

The song of the birds voice will not be heard anymore!

I want peace, there is no peace!

The vulture's black eyes have sharp fierce chaws..

Lord, who is responsible to so much damage, so much blood, so much crying, so much water for the creation of the creator?

A war, a war, a war...


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