These Words Of Mine

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