YES,
IT IS HIGH TIME
Ouch! A sudden, callous blast shatters
the whole matters
Forces the innocent lives into sad and
hapless tatters
Pulls the moving, active and serene world
to a standstill
Pits unfathomable gorges of loss that is
too hard to fill!
Ah! Bloods ejaculate; fleshes are sliced
and minced
Bones are scattered; the usual carnival
is diminished!
Frenzied stampedes, hustles and bustles for
survival
Oh! Some defeat Death; alas! Some succumb
to burial!
When the menacing fanatics loom large
slyly and hover
Shock and terror waves spread the tumultuous
world over
Roads are drained by flash floods of
piteous, pathetic tears
Ah! Some vanish themselves; some lose
their nears and dears!
But, what gains they reap being
hell-bent on destructions
What motives they materialize devising
deadly devastations
What goals they achieve by facilitating
irreparable ruinations?
Do they really, by their heinous cruelty,
reach birth’s destinations?
It is high time they did scrupulously ponder
and sensibly retreat
They did rectify themselves before it is
remorsefully too late
Else, none will come to their rescues as
the Conscience Fate,
With appropriate remedies, will call
them on to gulp and greet!
©Shankar D Mishra 27.05.2017
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