This poem is
dedicated to the common people of India - Bharat who have faced the communal violence.
We have been
given 10 words which should be in the poem at least once in any order, the
words are,
1. torn
2. pride
3. snake
4. arrow
5. verse
6. passion
7. cheat
8. paradise
9. evening
everybody was writing the beautiful verses
on the pages of life with the dreams
of love
and one evening the snake
of riot bit
their paradise of dreams
their paradise was torn…
their dreams were now just pieces
with their bodies in pieces
they used to dream about peace
and now they were trying to collect
the pieces of life
their paradise of dreams was
destroyed by the snake of hatred
they knew the passion for love
and peace
they knew the passion for the unity
they did the sacrifice for the peace
but they couldn’t see the arrow of
danger
on their path of peace, love and
unity
the path of danger hidden in the
safety
their eyes were so dreamy
they couldn’t see the cheated
humanity
couldn’t see the screams of their
brothers and sisters
for them their dream of peace was so
real
that the real voice of deaths screams
they couldn’t hear
they couldn’t read the arrow of
danger
their paradise is going be destroyed
by the snake of fanaticism
they knew the verses of unity
the poetry of non violence
and the epic of humanity
but they never knew the restless
snake
who couldn’t tolerate their peaceful paradise
the enemy of humanity
who wanted to steal their peace
their ordinary lives were desperate
for the unity and harmony
and the goons were being prepared to
kill the humanity
the superstitions of fanatics were
being provoked
and the traitors were busy in pouring
the money
to make the mob mad with the poison
of hatred.
for….
another riot…..
to destroy the little paradise
of ordinary people.
the villagers, the citizens were so
ordinary
that they never knew any security
they knew the celebrations of love
and festivals of humanity
they never noticed the snake is
around them
and
the poison of hatred building around
them
and their paradise was destroyed once
again
the poison was spread everywhere once
again
the riots, screams, dead bodies and
looted victims
the enemy of humanity was happy now,
the enemy of peace felt the peace now
making the pieces of humanity….
their little paradise of dreams was
destroyed once again
the pride of the nation was
hurt
the feeling of unity was again proved
just a dream
the dreamy eyes were now shedding the
tears of blood
their passion for love was now
crying for years
their passion for love was now
crying for years
I have seen
the riots in my city Dhule in 2008, I used read news about many riots. I heard
the stories of the victims and stories of riots, from the people who have seen
the riots. And now, the place Kosi Kalan, near Mathura is again burnt in riots.
The thing I noticed was most of the riots is most probably planned. Here the
intention of poem is to emphasize on this ‘Planned’ dangers for the country.
Until and unless we don’t know the root cause of the problem our efforts for
peace are directionless. Once the mob is provoked, and riots start the immediate
expectation is about law and order. Here the saddest question is tough to bring
the situation back to the routine is not that difficult, why don’t riots come
under control?
This poem is not
written to point any particular group or person. This poem is not to describe
the case of riots in only one city.
PS: This post is part of the contest Ten words to a Story(or Poem).. on WriteUpCafe.com.
Thought provoking, we are the cause, we need to change, we should change, we the change, but how, question strongly heard here..
ReplyDeleteWe all know the particular ideology which is responsible for overwhelming majority of such violence worldwide, still we can't say it openly
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Jaideep for the precious response.
ReplyDeleteThanks JJ, yes this is the problem in our country.
ReplyDeleteChange should begin with us, from home, community reaching endless limits. As children we are naive, innocent, vulnerable and gullible. Through life experiences
ReplyDeletemany of us become less trustworthy, loose innocence, grows up with so called matured through our own definition of values to live the life, we change definitions, running behind so called prosperity, removing spiritual & cultural blessings. In those golden days life time values were different, King was purely working for peoples. Through the time, situation is changed, we are spending life unproductive & we do not have value for the qualitative time.
Shrikrishnaji Namste!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for the precious thoughts. I agree, while living fast life we are really losing the life. When I read the old Kings' stories in Puranas, I really feel more and real democracy the Indian Kings have given, less laws and better implementation.
wow mohinee , this is a lovely and meaningful description of the ten words indeed!
ReplyDeletewhen I was a little child I clearly remember what I saw in the guj. riots! no one is benefited , not even the initiator that's all I know!
the snake of hatred and its venom is paralyzing us!
Aish welcome to Gurukripa and thank you so much dear. This hatred is intentionally provoked, pouring big money..:(. Glad you liked the post.
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful. I too hear stories of riots which happened in Mumbai. Really terrifying to hear all this. It is innocent people who get caught in all this politics. A beautiful world which you described being destroyed by poison, hatred, violence...
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