Poetry

April 25, 2019 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

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By

Sheshu Babu

 

 

 

Musings

 

 

For those who lost their lives in New Zealand and Sri Lanka

 

 

What happened to my Gospels

My psalms

My sermons

On love and harmony?

 

What happened to my yearning

For the welfare of the poor

And downtrodden?

 

What happened to all my efforts

To establish peace and eschew violence

For which I was not afraid

Of Crucifixion?

 

Had I known

That my resurrection

Would turn into a ‘festival’ of carnage

And bloodbath on Easter Sunday,

I would have thought twice

Before rising from the Dead

 

Massacre of Muslims in New Zealand

Or bombing Christians in Lankan land

Reflect vicious intent of religious fanatics

Neither Prophet nor I approve such antics

 

It was a regrettable Friday

It is a sad Easter Sunday

Preaching for love of humanity

Has resulted in inhuman vanity

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sheshu Babu

The writer from anywhere and everywhere is interested in the betterment of the whole world. Whenever the writer ponders on the question ‘who am I?’ He finds response from Bhupen Hazarika lyric (Bengali),’Ami ek Jajabor’ (I am a gypsy). 

Some works have appeared in Countercurrents.org, Dissidentvoice.org, Counterview.org, counterview.net, Velivada.com, etc.

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