O God Poem by Saroj Padhi

O GOD! GIVE US



It seems we all are dry, dead wood of a dying world

with no love for the fair grass we proudly tread on

a mass of unthinking automatons in hands of cruel time,

with no concern for innocent buds in garden bleeding on!



We inhabit ghettos where ghosts of baby girls

violated, croak like trampled toads in deep dark

and toddle like shadows along deserted banks

under a boiling, burning Sun vengeful and stark;



victims bleed like wounded soldiers under a red moon

in search of a little pity from blindfolded eyes

as democracy gets hijacked by goons, guns and conmen

and life of all kinds turns into a series of piteous sighs;



we are the bleeding buffer zones

when bombs demand servility to nations inhuman

as unloved plants and animals grow extinct

and for a drop to drink we crawl, a species subhuman;



panthers bereft of room stray into our bedroom

and jumbos seeking freedom lie slain on railway tracks

like million human emotions massacred in the days of doom

when birds swoon over vain searches for nest in dead barks.



O God give us a little light in this dark, dying world

and wind with space enough to silently breathe;

love enough to escape traps of artificial intelligence

as life in folds of gross matter doth helplessly seethe!



COPY RIGHT: @ SAROJ K. PADHI / 17.04.18