ONLY TO THRUST
OR
ONLY TO GRIEF
OR
THE POWER OF CLOTH AND POLE
My dear friends
I wish to greet you all
But have words
Only to grief
My heart is filled full
With disfigured
And decomposed
Bodies and body parts
Of brothers and sisters
Scattered all around
And my mind
Is derailing with
The images of
Young disabled
With flying heart
And immobile body
In silent scream
With tears of blood
We all learnt
To call it
Differently able
But still not to learn
How to keep safe
The bold
And the enthusiastic
Youths
The children of
Hardly laboured mothers
From the inborn disease
Of warring man kind
My dear friends
I wish to greet you all
But have words
Only to grief
Where people
Do not know
How to live together
But to Kill each other
Only to thrust
A pole with a cloth
Call it as a flag
S.Jeyasankar
December 2008
