Mission: Fission Or Fusion
Suddenly shrieked the toy,
With grief, mother patted the boy,
"Cosseting-fondling-trickling
Sunken, swelling eyes
Heavy heart, hollow mind,
A tender touch with tender look
Life of vacuum..Scarcity of life,
She gazed the dark dry empty room
Within and outside, and then
Tearfully to the eves"
‘As if; this world is going to end tonight'
(Peace, love, sublimity, virtue; no use, till there exist poverty
Killing-terrorizing; freeing the soul, Ah! Is it the only liberty?)
So softly she enchanted; whispered,
My dear son, cry not,
Shush! Be quiet, keep patience,
Soon sun will come, ,
With light, with drum,
Everything will be alright,
Shush! Be quiet,
Half awake half asleep,
Like lost aircraft blip,
On surveillance Radar,
Silky soft of dying thread,
Boy muttered, Mom " b r e a d.".
Wi ll he b ring f ood to eat?
Mother said, with nod, yes dear,
Although, " yes", she was saying,
Yet she was weeping- crying-dying
With heavy heart and laden tear,
Baby slept on mother's lap gaily,
That morning sun lost in valley,
She cried in grief, O! Poverty; ruined mountain,
Where is the dawn, I am a moaning fountain.,
Birds flew back to nest, dark curtain drawn
Love lost the bright Sun, she lost the hope
Dawn slid down with dark veiled gown
Body for bread and soul for Sun; they grope,
Babble voices of; shouting silence senseless lot
They all peeped through the ignorant -vibrant -disgusting slot
Before fainting, She burbled- unconsciously,
I lost sun….I lost son, o sun
l.. my, … son..lost
I lost my son….forever forever. n ever
A moving write Aftab.... When we squander money for storing lethal weapons in our arsenals, people especially children die of poverty and want...! Unless man stops atrocities against man, he will be blind to see the miserable sight of men wallowing in poverty and misery! The heart rending cry of the mother tugs hard!
This poem touched my heart Aftab bhai, this is the grim reality, so much money being spent on weapons and other distructive things which were more than enough to eradicate poverty, wanted to give more than 10..
Soon sun will come will light with drum in silence and more. Lovely poem ever written Aftab Ji. More valuable. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The money spent on terrorism and crime is much higher if the same is put on to eradicate the poverty...we can stop in certain extant of such heinous act which is curse on humanity...through Hon. Reader and the like minded people must initiate...eradicate poverty eradicate crime thanks to you all for this mission Fission Or Fusion A great thoughtful poem, man needs bread but the hunger of power is giving them fission and fusion reactions creating deadly Atom and Hydrogen Bombs which can destroy human race many times.