SEPTEMBER 11
How can I console the wombs
that nursed tiny dreams for months
that broke down to receive scattered limbs
of the same dreams blown up by the time’s foes
whose wild souls’ ugliest laughter stained human history.
Horrible smokes that shrouded the dead in air
cause panics even in civil dreams today too
cause failures in confident faith in man
dividing man into suspicious egos
to proclaim Satan’s victory.
It pains me
burning heart and soul
piercing age old spiritual conscience
of a land that the globe’s traders eye the civil forehead
to forecast the weather of love, peace and faithful prosperity.
It killed humanity
killing budding peace and love
spreading hatred among branches of the same tree
while Time sobbed, sobs and will sob on the corpses of spirits.
Copyright@Bipul Ch. Kalita. 02/09/2016.
cause panics even in civil dreams today too
cause failures in confident faith in man
dividing man into suspicious egos
to proclaim Satan’s victory.
It pains me
burning heart and soul
piercing age old spiritual conscience
of a land that the globe’s traders eye the civil forehead
to forecast the weather of love, peace and faithful prosperity.
It killed humanity
killing budding peace and love
spreading hatred among branches of the same tree
while Time sobbed, sobs and will sob on the corpses of spirits.
Copyright@Bipul Ch. Kalita. 02/09/2016.
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