Separation

This poem is about that much-maligned and much-misunderstood phenomenon, that oft-dreaded S-word. Some people embrace it. Most of us don't. Should we accept it or not? That is a question for you, dear reader....

Among fallen hopes and broken dreams

Where happiness falls like concrete beams

Distances widen, lives collide

Sadness often doesn’t get a place to hide

Everyone goes away, every person leaves

For the unknown, to see what Destiny weaves

Ideals are shattered, fate turn bleak

All before you get a chance to speak

Child leaves home in search of a new life

Relationships crumble in times of strife

Lives turn haywire, prudence spins out of control

As the Maker observes all through Fate’s keyhole

Separation is the name of this odd game

Which brings both fame and shame

Lefts and rights are traversed by “splitting” pain

Like a sullen river meandering through a plain

None can escape Life’s unending lawlessness

And the manifestation of our roots’ restlessness

Some dreams will meet, others will separate

On this basis will weird Earth operate

The Warrior

This poem is dedicated to the Indian security forces, who toil day and night, so that we may sleep in peace.

When the light is afar, and darkness near

The human mind is not averse to fear

The clouds of terror block out the safe sky

And roar ominously with an evil eye

There is a heavy rain of guns and bombs

That leads to many premature tombs

Another round follows, and then another

Earth cringes in fear like no other

In such times, there emerges a ray of hope

The Warrior appears from nowhere to cope

With distressing stamina of devilish force

That threatens to run its full evil course

Wearing the cloak of cold, forced fortitude

The Warrior fights with kind, or in solitude

Against the demons his machine-guns roar

And the morale of the people tends to soar

Fighting brain with brain, and brawn with brawn

He gives the multitude the dream of a new dawn

His family fears for him, but cheers him to glory

While he slays the Satans and makes history

Strikes and counter-strikes come thick and fast

And the Warrior vows to take it to the last

While the devilish predators wait to pounce

He uses all his valour---yea, every ounce

At long last, the battle rages to a bloody end

Bodies lie strewn at every curvaceous bend

Many villains have been wiped out by this ignoble strife

But the Warrior has paid Victory’s price with his life

A nation slips into grief, the sobs are uncontrolled

But it should not fear---many more Warriors untold

Still slay the terror-clouds and wipe out distress

To guard our country, put it on the path to progress