By Vijay Kumar
These words I struggle to write
Scattered like wilted flowers in meadows
Splattered like blotches
Of needless blood on snow
Can they revive a stream,
Flowing mid’st the glens offering life?
Can they move anyone,
To ponder right?
Would they urge poignance,
To tear an eye?
Would they be too weak,
To save a soul?
Would they mend a heart,
To restore love?
Would they provoke a conscience,
To rise above?
I wonder if we’d ever learn
I wonder if anything I have,
Will do any good in this world of ours
I wonder if children
Can be willed to grow right
I wonder if a traumatized child
Can have its innocence restored
I wonder if wars
Can be stopped by a widow’s tears
I wonder if revolutions
Can be without death
I wonder if starving children
Can know the joys of a fulsome meal
I wonder if the sick
With a gentle touch, can heal
I wonder if a destitute family in tatters
Will ever see their future shine
I wonder if god decides
That despots not be born
I wonder if there will be
Jobs, food and shelter for millions
And not for a few Unicorns
With their unholy billions
I wonder if we can
Stop a river from drying
And keep land fertile,
And it’s crust not crying
I wonder when
Hope and peace will reign supreme
When suffering will be
A forgotten bad dream
I wonder ever if
Any good can come
Of these words of mine
Possibly not,
Since they may not be ever heard
And are too weak
To move a the world so marred
Heaven and hell are here
And will keep their place
Till such love and peace bestrew
Keep trying without ado
By Vijay Kumar
What a lovely poem! Love it