Tuesday, 16 February 2016

The peacemaker

The mynahs hop silently
the soil sleeps fitfully
the blossoms outburst
from the earth’s heart
So much happens here
My friend my dear
Where you headed?
To the land of dead!
The sighs of the dying
the screams of the dead
all night replaying
inside your soft head….

I remember,
last belligerent furore
When there
 broke out a war

you told me 
with conviction
You'r going,see
for negotiation

You came back broken
your  spine was  bent 
your resolves torn
your patience spent

What fountain of hope
you've drunk from?
It seems like dope
the drug taken firm 

Hold on you, lad
you cast pearls,so sad 
before the swineherd
Often I have heard

You are again headed
to the dark land of dead
with your torch of hope
your brand of dope.






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