No not a war of strength versus strength
Nor a peace of goodness and redemption
But divine beauty scarred by cowardice---
Your wild moss grows with the flowery foliage
Making a soft carpet of green beatitude
As we walk so gullibly into your nettled cage---
The meadows with verdure sliding still
Down the hill slopes into the valley of calmness
So uneasy but radiant with baby chuckles unawares---
The sun is just born to cleanse the black
Zephyrs blow across to purify our being
As snow clad mountains laugh in irony above---
Holding closely the skies to their pinnacled breast
And the Lidder flows embracing both banks
Love in this earth-elysium heaves in every nook-
Yet the murderous storm hides in every corner
Its whirlpooling paws in clandestine cloak
The hyennas waiting to pounce from anywhere--
Suddenly the masked demons jump into our arena
The green meadows now cherry red with blood
Transformed from tranquil perfidy to gory brutality---
The wild blooms are now caught in bristles
Nature's plenitude afflicted by their presence
Masked youthfulness gone awry and hideous---
Their guns and hardened souls a scourge
Of darkness, diabolism and daggers of devilry
They come from nowhere bringing a mortuary of stillness
The overclouded smog has throttled fresh youth
Their human vision blurred through the bloody lessons
Of high priests of greed and evil machinations---
Suddenly our paradise on earth has become the valley of death---
Laksmisree Banerjee is a Multi-award winning Poet, widely published across the globe. A University Professor of English, she has Twelve Books of Poetry and several Academic Publications.
