Look here!
Don’t tell me,
The hackneyed rhetoric,
“Pen is mightier
Than the sword”
To me they are but,
Just empty
Six silly words.

What?
Did you ask for proof?
Aren’t the oft repeated
Poetic banalities
Enough of this spoof?


Where is the smell
Of the gun powders,
Where is the ruin
Of the twin towers,
Where is the overthrow
Of the sham powers,
Oh! Where is even
The green leaves and
The blooming flowers
in this era of
Global warming,
And consumer clamours?

I can just hear
But, only talks of
One’s lovers.
I can get to read
Only of
The Vow- breakers,
I can just see
The love marks of
Your erotic slayers,
Here and there,
Each and everywhere.

Where’s the
Poet’s ire?
Where’s the
Painter’s fire?
Where are those endearing
Bards? Wandering as a Friar?
Where is their Sign of Living
In soil, muck n’ mire,
All they can manage now
Is to please their Sire
So that they can climb up
Success ladder a little higher.

Friends!
I also love
The roses and the rainbows,
I even admire
The pine and the willows,
Like you, I do love
The butterflies and the sparrows,
But, more than that
I yearn to walk
That extra mile and furlong,
Where there’ll be no Sufferings
and there'll be no sorrows,
And a true free state
Will be established by
Me, You Tomorrow.

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