ANIL KUMAR PANDA

 

 

Hunger

 

Sunlight falls

Across the rugged hills

Like hope of a man-

Condemned to misfortune

 

The moon

Seems to him like

A lost dream in the

Sleepless night of hunger

 

He can't think of

The rising stars and their

incessant flickering and the

Falling meteors that

Light up the sky for a while

 

The days' struggles to

Survive turn his heart

To stone- lying motionless

By the roadside

 

War

 

Spring may come and go

Snows wash away dirt of the path

For whom?

They are all bathed in blood

Lying on the streets

 

The warmth of summer

Touches their bodies and tries

To give them life; in vain

 

Somewhere sitting in

Their cosy armchairs the

Opponents devise games

Cold blood murderers

To suck blood with straws

Of their ego

 

The trees with their heads

Bowed down in breeze

Wait for the moon to rise and

Shower its milky beam

For the peace to reign

For love to flow like a stream

 

ANIL KUMAR PANDA