Locked up in the glass-palace Of the new millennium, In a state of suffocated anxiety, A poet of pure, tender emotions Shudders to hear the sound Of his own breathing.
His sensations have disappeared Or are buried in The measureless embryos of the deep Awaiting' The impending good-morrow.
Today in every nook and corner Of the world anarchy rules. The poet who used to be engrossed In describing the glow of red lips Is terrified by the flames of fire.
The sensitive one who used to get drowned In the kohl of the beautiful eyes Is shocked to witness the dance Of savagery.
The bugle of destruction is blown Sky is stunned by agony, hiccups, shrieks, Tears, pain and terror.
killing, killing and killing:
In the surge of tears People drift and sink
Clothes wet with blood Hands covered with blood Holi celebrated with the blood Of the innocent people:
The poor homes of the poor burning Flames howling
Burning the poor homes of the weak People are celebrating Deepavali.
Searching for warmth Of a mother's anchal and food Innocent waifs are begging From door to door.
The naked dance of savagery: Contaminated water, polluted environment Society - emitting the venom of hatred Happiness 'Peace- Procreation ' Prosperity Kalptaru ' with fruits of growth!
In their own land People are living a life Worst than refugees People are killed everyday Mourning the living of a life.
