! ! ! ..Paradise Lost... Poem by Sivan P.G Menon

Sivan P.G Menon

Sivan P.G Menon

Tripunithura, Kerala (God's own country India

! ! ! ..Paradise Lost...

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.! ! ! .......‘Paradise’ lost…..
A poem by Sivan PG Menon
(please read the foot note…)
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Autumn flowers benumbed, leaves swayed, in panic,
Bleached colorless…
women, wailing with unruly hair…
Fiery wind, swerved…
Doves, soaked in blood….
A dirge broke the eerie silence….
Aghast in pain and agony…
Garden turned grave, terror stricken.

Chilled bodies ridden with bullets,
Strewn in Pathways,
With no rites or rituals,
Lay forlorn, in the dungeons, frozen,
Un sung, they have a faith different,
…color, creed but a blood, similar…
Blessed by the Creator?

None to lament the dead,
…. grieve their beloveds,
Not a tear rolled down.
Their dear ones far away, unaware
of the ghastly fate they met….
Soon to return to… their land….
as ‘martyrs of revenge’ from the land of ‘The Mahatma’?

You tell me to LOVE and hold,
Man in esteem.
why people kill each other?
the innocent kids ….?
the poor who earn a bread for home…?
Do we get near or away to GOD?
Be moaned, my conscience….

A chasm left wide, with hatred
Mankind cannot bridge,
Paradise lost to bullets..blind,
Stealth of hatred..
…..Breath of Co existence, and
Throb of warmth and sharing…
A thing of the past…

Blind are men…
Veiled in beliefs narrow, vision tainted,
Groping in the dark…..

We have but We…to lead and be the savior
of future …progeny….,
LIFE precious ….a Garden
of LOVE …Compassion….Dignity..
and death a HONOR! ! ! !
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Terror strikes again…! ! ! !

Yet another ‘ man made calamity’….
Bangalore…the garden city of India is mourning the death of the innocents’....un mindful act of TERRORISM..(25/07/08)

…… it is difficult for many of us to come into terms with realities in LIFE. Especially ‘Death’… the veiled unpleasant companion in LIFE.

You experience the first kiss of LIFE in your mother’s womb. A blessing uncommon … precious moments as your heart throbs, and enthusiastically you come out into this WORLD ….to LIVE and DEPART with honor.

Does anybody have the right to deprive you of a ‘Honorable …natural death’?

If you and I are destined to be born here …let’s also be destined to embrace death with HONOR & DIGNITY …Let’s not fall prey to a handful of inhuman, insensitive & character less people ……who appear in the sheep’s clothing’s. Beware they are none but re incarnation of beastly instincts.

Appallingly…we come into terms with the, frozen bodies lying in the mortuary, mourn their death as a rhetoric... Un attended ….un cared for; they are to return in six or seven footer coffins. They are deprived of a ‘Honorable Death’…and deprived of a legitimate mourning too…as they have a different logic & faith…and belief in LIFE.

Sivan PG Menon

…..in an utter state of confusion -25/07/08

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sathyanarayana M V S 06 August 2008

Reading your poem I could visualize the gore of terror. We need more such poems.If time permits read my BIG BROTHER SYNDROM. sathya narayana

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Indira Renganathan 04 August 2008

A timely write.'Deprived of honourable death'...can feel the pain.10+

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Jayaprakash Panicker 30 July 2008

Blind are men… Veiled in beliefs narrow, vision tainted, Groping in the dark….. ....what be the field be lost all is not lost..... study of revenge immortal hate that is what make us blind. still what is else not be overcome? (milton's) i like it very much. loving hearts alone can write like this. jaypee

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Sivan P.G Menon

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Tripunithura, Kerala (God's own country India
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