Sometimes I close my eyes and wonder
Was there ever a time of peace on earth?
Was cursed Kaliyuga ever not upon us?
Was this soil ever not colored with blood?
Did only barbarians roam and plunder?
Were oceans ever not ripped apart
By the sound of guns and fires of hell?
When none climbed the mountain
Without a shield and sword in hand!
When forests weren’t infested with shrapnel!
As far back as my thoughts took me
I saw Kurukshetra and Hiroshima,
Battle of Niles and bloodshed in Africa!
On hieroglyphics I saw images of crude weapons!
On palm leaves I read war narrations!
Yet it is a miracle that I and many others
Have lived their life in peace and friendship,
Have kept their sanity and emotions in check,
Do believe in the goodness of the human heart,
And its instant gleaming in glory of joy.
Like a shadow sorrow follows joy,
Like night gives birth to eternal sun.
And sunset brings out the glorious moon
Only to be followed by a new moon night.
Many of us are bloodthirsty spirits of dark.
But many more are there to rejoice in light!
All have a due place upon this colorful den
Yes! Man is a wolf to an opponent man,
But also a lamb for his beloved kith and clan.
Savita Tyagi
Note: The above poem was published in a poetry anthology " Homo Homini Lupus"....Why To Kill A Mocking Bird, under the domain of a poetry organization 'Poets Unite Worldwide' by publisher Fabrizio Frosini. I am a member of this group.
