War for peace

Many a day, many a slay
Thou live for peace-o’ mercy bequeath
What hath brought you this peace o naïve?
Robbed you of flesh, blood and breath

Save empathy for those who warred
With lost limbs and dry eye
Who saved your soul, embraced doom
And for you, they lived –to die

Thee saved senile!!!Saved from what???
Terror still seeps through your veins
By what means thou call you innocent?
You are guilty of fear, your lives in vain

Trembling in your cozy holes,
Your dead life, of misery it shouts
With surrendered souls, your stagnant heart
Grow with cysts and cancer sprouts

Cast aside this garb of hypocrisy
Your talks smell of cowardice
Surrender…..if you wish to the brave hearts
Be their faithful accomplice.

The rickshawpuller

In his eyes I looked and found
Utter longing so profound
The misery,the want,the deep rooted lust
For matters beyond his scrawny touch
The blackberry,the pizza,the sleepwell,the merc
For him are all but cottony clouds
Beautiful to look,but far from reach

His days are laid with a hundred vows
Lurching from here …to a perch there
And nights are lolling on the mother ground
The reason to sweat is in other land
A survival made migratory bird
Little creatures of hunger when shout
Creater flies to collect some sprout

So,in line,there stands he
Every Monday…to put kerosene in his stove
Cooks to live through next day of work
Pulling others to make some bread
And send it home with fatherly love

He stands,stooped with wear
Looking much beyond his age
Waiting patiently,wiping his brow
As I grope to pay his due
And a shimmer appears in those eyes
As I chip in some extra too…
A halo appears on my head
As I glide feeling angelic to the core
Which fades with disdain
As I see him buying a joint with my pity

There he goes,puffing with content
Free from all the longing
Blowing away in the air
The PIZZA,the MERC,the BLACKBERRY!!!