The Realms Of Vendetta

By Ashutosh Das

Relinquishing the Christ's gospel,

Today all sons of Lord tend to repel,

Paralysing the concurrence of love,

Time to wonder the values of olive and dove.

Tranquility and love have lost their lustre,

Have just got contracted to a cluster,

Simply the bloodshed is pervasive,

Which is slaughtering and invasive.

Splashing the sword to stain the heather,

Turning earth, a bird without a feather,

For the cause of ruthless rebellions,

Sacrificing the lives of millions.

Canvasing the earth with emerald hues of red,

Avarice, malice and vengeance lively tread,

Casting multitude clouds of fury,

Carving gateways for humans to bury.

Turning the skirmish's steel helm,

Preparing to receive the light's realm,

An armed battle commences with bands of brigands,

Trumpets if triumphs, meet the Angel of Death Cold Hands.

Arms are ready to taste the victory,

The victory is to be the last history.

What the hell, the battle yield,

Thousands of souls rose over well fought field,

Souls launching to meet fathers in sky,

Oh the Patriots! Breathed the last to die!

The wrath, the sword, the canon bled the wars,

Slaughtering tearful lives with million scars,

Tears and blood attire the earth,

Signals by Angels for no rebirth.

Oh man! turn the wheel back to life,

Don't bleed the earth with hatred knife,

Shunning the symphony of tuning paroxysm,

Knocking down the trumpets of nihilism.

Oh Man! The basis of life is Amity,

Anger and wrath are stepping stones to calamity,

Peace and brotherhood are life's ice-cream,

That's a world we all should dream.

By Ashutosh Das