To A Chinese
Refugee Child
5
And why not ours
we , your
neighbours
four hundred
millions,
only a burden to
mother earth
slaves of
circumstances
unable even to
move a finger
with hearts as
cold
as the high
Himalayas
unthawed as yet
by your
country?s conflagration
waiting with
frozen wills
for some unknown
folly
Bhagirath
Oh world
decaying
striving to live
each denying
life to other
lost for ever in
mean endeavour
of snatching other’s lands
with plenty of
room for all of us
to live in peace and joy
fighting and
killing
all in utter
folly
Where in the
midst of rich abundance
of life giving food
famine man-made
stalks
starvation holds
the day
set afoot by
those exploiters
who never lend a hand
to till the land
but only sell and retail
each cutting the
throat of other
which pays a
greater price
for the so called precious metal
than for the
priceless human life
which flings a
fortune
over an oysters
spittle
and treats like dirt
the sweat of
human brow
Which throws but a penny
for fruits of human labour
hard won as gems
from within the
womb of stone
Where science or
economics
only spells
disaster
Where power
vests with impertinence
and reason plays
the slave of cash
That decaying
world
must suffer the dire doom
for having embraced illusion
and spurned
reality
the doom of war
annihilating
the conquered
and the conqueror
May the final
doom of total annihilation
fall at last
upon that dying world
annihilation
of that world
and all its
deadly dying civilisation
There’s no
regret
no, not a tear
left for it with
us
We are only
amassing fuel enough
for a funeral pier
with the sole
care
that this deadly war
may prove to be its last gasp
last and final
with no escape
into a prolonged life -in-death
Verily
from the ashes
of decaying old world
will rise the
phoenix of the new
the new world
with new conditions and organisations
new commandments
and aspirations
the phoenix
spreading its wings over the globe of the
earth
the dove of peace
humming not the feeble note of truce
twixt end of one
and spark of another war
but the mighty
bird
gripping away the war mongers
in its massive
claws
and flinging
them awayinto nothingness
like mighty
elephants
in the claws of
Shanti Bhirund
the Bhirunda of the new world