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Thursday, November 27, 2008

Mumbai burns

Did you see the sobbing reporters describe how the Taj of Mumbai burns?
How many will Asuras cause to die before O Vishnu as avataar returns?

The fanatic bullet hunts gazelles everywhere that nostalgia mourns.
Where are the machines crafted that choke our unfinished yearns?

Differences are astonished at the atrocities flowing in their name.
Can anyone explain it to these cubs, where this feud begins?

Words loaded into Kashalnikovs explode in believer's brains.
What savage desires issue death sentences to their sons?

You fight your kith and kin, seeking separate land-holdings.
See our heritage now desecrated by our misplaced actions.

Tearful ocean is filled with the ash of my extinguished loves.
My hurt is the chorus of subdued sighs of colossal nations.

There is absolutely no God who honors assassins.
He is all powerful. He needs no help from tainted persons.

Courage is in protecting, in fighting limitations, in peace.
Who is using this chicanery to teach the faithful satanic lessons?

Light up a diya, whisper me the ancient hymns of Shanti!
Forge within Vivek again that grit for overcoming tribulations.

6 comments:

Kavita Chhibber said...

beautiful.
will you please contact me at kavita@kavitachhibber.com.

thanks
Kavita Chhibber

Vivek Sharma said...

Revised version:

Did you see the sobbing reporters describe how the Taj of Mumbai burns?
How many will Asuras cause to die before Vishnu as avataar returns?

The fanatic bullets hunt gazelles everywhere that nostalgia mourns.
Where are these machines crafted to choke our unfinished yearns?

Differences are astonished at the atrocities flowing in their name.
Can anyone explain it to these cubs, where this feud begins?

Words loaded into Kashalnikovs explode in believer's brains.
What savage desires issue death sentences to their sons?

You fight your kith and kin, seeking separate land-holdings.
See our heritage now desecrated by our own divisive actions.

Tearful ocean is filled with the ash of my extinguished loves.
My hurt is the chorus, the subdued sigh of colossal nations.

There is absolutely no God who honors assassins.
He is all powerful. He needs no help from tainted persons.

Courage is in protecting, in fighting limitations, in peace.
Who is using this chicanery to teach the faithful satanic lessons?

Light up a diya, whisper me the ancient hymns of Shanti!
Forge within Vivek again that grit for overcoming tribulations.

Vivek Sharma said...

More from desicritics.org

#1
Amitabh Mitra
URL
November 28, 2008
10:35 AM

A great poem from a great poet
A Pushcart Nominee (America's Highest Poetry Award)is no ordinary poet
My Congratulations

#2
GB
November 29, 2008
04:56 AM

good poem Vivek

#3
Vivek Sharma
URL
November 29, 2008
06:27 PM

There are no songs that can undo the hurt the recent few days have caused to everyone in the nation. The poem is written in rage, for a personal catharsis, but how do we get my nation cleansed of terrorists and fundamentalists? How do we start the process of political activism?

#4
kerty
November 29, 2008
06:39 PM

Vivek

"how do we get my nation cleansed of terrorists and fundamentalists?"

We are informed that terrorists have no religion - fundamentalist or non-fundamentalist. Who do you think were the fundamentalists in this terror attacks?

Abhilasha said...

shukriya vivek...thats all I can say.........the words were needed...thank u for saying them.......for all of us..

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