A stretched Barren land
Steep rocks in black n white
Fanned with huge falcons
Reflected through the boy's eyes.
His cheek lets out the sands field
Burned in the tropical sun.
Lips are tight as a tick,
Longed for telling a bit then.
He hugged his dad
Whose signs for, as -
His martyrdom would bring
Blessing to his clan.
Wishing the boy for the gods' will,
He tightened the belt
In his rosy hip with explosive,
And bid him burn down,
The village in the target.
The boy asks for his mother whom
He has not seen for months,
In the trail for bumping off, he was,
Unsure on her be sad?
He desires her kiss on his temple.
To his Little Sara, he needs to give
An expecting baby peacock train,
From an adult train from his notebook!
Sonu, his little pub has missed him,
May have wished to sleep
Under his green bedsheet!
Tiny fishes in tank wait for him
By tricks, to make him moronic.
The boy started crying, in haste -
His father gave him the last kiss.
And he was led to the truck,
Faded away from the eyes of all,
A sight of baron land was lightened
In the minds of all!
Mohanan.V.Nair.
*Bomb Suicider.
Let us hold our hands against terrorism... Nice thought.... Keep it up! ! !
The poet has nicely captured the overtures of a young terrorist and the mindless approach of those promoting inhuman violence. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
keep up the good work...and hope to read more