Friday, 2 October 2009

Lanka Restored

Tiger shot dead.
Everything came to an end.
Finally! Tiger shot dead.
And everything came to an end.

Nature, bestowed her best
in a land, to make it a paradise.
A paradise, Buddha once touched
with his enlightened thoughts,
buttered non-violence in it’s people.
While it’s people turned insane
of idiom, ethos and soil,
children woke up to
dodgy whispers of death every dawn.
And the paradise turned
insane with it’s people.
Insane, where they slaughtered
men, women and kids
with no exception of age.








‘Budham saranam gachaami’
Chants flew into deep nowhere
long since everything collapsed.
Chants! Chants twisted
into hurtful, damaging slogans.
‘Peace’ became a luxury for it’s people.
Peace! Peace was when
their aggressive enemy would
tremble to death in front of their eyes.
Death! When death is removed for a spur
from one’s life, they found peace for a moment.
Death! Death is here again in another fashion .
Like a game, they played against each other
Slaughtering, shooting, shelling, stabbing
and they found peace for a moment
after each unsafe victory.


Tigers! Tigers all around, darted hungrily
for blood, flesh and triumph.
Tigers! They engraved the pain
of distress, danger and suffering
in their own natives with piercing claws.
Wild and fierce, they scuttled
with red eyes, panting and thirsty.

The paradise, once bliss
now turned remains of a
non-violent, beautiful history.
A past that when to exile
by its own, under the ruined nation.
It’s soil now anesthetised by
the smoke of bombings and shelling.
Wrecked lives, screams of mankind,
pain of the lost and wounded, everywhere.
Everywhere, death showed it’s evil face.
None left with peace, if there is one.

Amidst, never ending cries,
a roar of edict brought smiles.
‘Tiger shot dead.’
Everything came to an end.
Finally! Tiger shot dead.
And everything came to an end.

No more bloodshed and misery;
thirsty for harmony, they urged!
Like a raindrop for a dry land,
Like a handful of rice for the famished,
They longed peace for a while!

Tiger shot dead.
Everything came to an end.
Finally! Tiger shot dead.
And everything came to an end.
Aahh! Bliss, true bliss,
now they know what it means!