A Spring of War

by Dhyanendra M. Tripathi

Leaves of this spring
Fell without fragrance
And we inquest sweetie songs
Among the thunder of cannons.

Orphanage kids tried to sleep
In blind nights
When in front their hunger
Some pieces of human sloth fell.

This spring of war brought
News of billions
Nude women on bar menus
This spring
Became very sad
Watching smoke stacks
On television channels.

Dogs kept barking
At that whole night
When no body came out of house.
And raw smell of gelatin
Overpowered the flowers.

03-Aug-2003

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