The terrorist - Raktabeej* malicious
Born of his own spilled blood -
In wicked human minds, devoid
Of humane and pious virtues
Respects no boundaries and
Recognizes no barriers in cruelty.
A terrorist has no religion, no creed,
No nationality, no caste and no heart.
Harbinger of poisonous ideology,
Masked with countless identities,
It’s an acid thrown with vengeance
From unmarked hands upon decency.
He tramples upon nobility of thought,
Rooted in human mind that nurtures
Instinct of freedom and compassion.
He longs to extinguish the light that
Embraces the art and literature to breathe
Life upon alter where love is worshiped.
Let us protect the light of altruism
That burns in millions of kindred hearts,
From a much despised ruthless invader.
Let us allow wisdom to block the terror,
To rise in solidarity with like minds,
Invincible and strong like a solid rock.
________
Footnote:
Raktabeej was an Asura ( demon ). His story comes from ancient Sanskrit book Devi Mahatamyam. Whenever a drop of his blood fell on battle ground a duplicate of him was born. It was only when Goddess Kali devoured the blood drops before letting it fall on earth that Goddess Chandika and her companions were able to destroy him.
In wicked human minds, devoid
Of humane and pious virtues
Respects no boundaries and
Recognizes no barriers in cruelty.
A terrorist has no religion, no creed,
No nationality, no caste and no heart.
Harbinger of poisonous ideology,
Masked with countless identities,
It’s an acid thrown with vengeance
From unmarked hands upon decency.
He tramples upon nobility of thought,
Rooted in human mind that nurtures
Instinct of freedom and compassion.
He longs to extinguish the light that
Embraces the art and literature to breathe
Life upon alter where love is worshiped.
Let us protect the light of altruism
That burns in millions of kindred hearts,
From a much despised ruthless invader.
Let us allow wisdom to block the terror,
To rise in solidarity with like minds,
Invincible and strong like a solid rock.
________
Footnote:
Raktabeej was an Asura ( demon ). His story comes from ancient Sanskrit book Devi Mahatamyam. Whenever a drop of his blood fell on battle ground a duplicate of him was born. It was only when Goddess Kali devoured the blood drops before letting it fall on earth that Goddess Chandika and her companions were able to destroy him.
The poem above is my humble contribution to the ebook 'Poetry Against Terror'. to read more poems written in support of terrorism victims by sixty four authors from forty three countries please down load the ebook from amazon.com. Please check out the previous post for more details.
Savita Tyagi
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