Saturday, 1 August 2015

Terror Balloons

Blood splattered, limbs scattered
face of terror mocking
at the lethargic bandobast.

People lending helping hands
disregarding every nomenclature
whipping off the rust.

Perpetrators sulking in hiding
lamenting, once again
couldn’t ignite the desired mistrust.

 Blame game taking shape
some heads may also roll
pricing humans, Government works best.

Nothing happened, nothing will happen
older ones enjoying the prison
people waiting  balloons to burst.
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  1. Main Hoon Ali
    August 1 at 9:51pm

    But no end of bursting.Very well said sir.

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  2. Jai Krishna 9:54pm Aug 1
    nicely expressed the present scenario hanging between hope and fear of no changing .
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  3. Kanchan Bhattacharya
    August 2 at 12:26pm

    ... from "Don't Blow the Whistle", a poem I wrote sometime back... We told you son, Johnnie, don’t blow Don’t blow the whistle For death lurks In earshot distance… Let the sand blow Let the mafia go past Just close the window Inside you must stay Those bombs may kill you Do you not hear swishing blades? Don’t scream rape Don’t rebel, A think-tank of Hydra heads Will then cull, Oh yes, killers of your sister walk away Peace be to them! I hope death penalty continues... why should the common man be subjected to criminal intimidation?

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  4. Sagar Kataria
    August 3 at 5:55pm

    It seems like a scene of the water bullets being sprayed at the protesting mob, or may be a bomb being hurled... A nice one Tribhawan Kaul Sir. have lots of emotions, and some belief as well. Cannot curse the system much, some accept and some not, but at the end...system never change, it is us who tend to accept...

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  5. Anam Das
    Great !
    May 23 at 8:08pm
    V A Sambandam
    Lovely poem.
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