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Cold War

Subash Singh Parajuli

A bomb invites millions toll 
maternity of a child is sold 
an urgent evacuation and rescue is told 
when Aleppo’s civilians are surging in cold 
rebel fighters gaining gold by destroying hometown 
humanitarian groups are smiling wearing buck’s gown 
heart-twitching footage aired all the year 
neither a cold-war footage accumulated genuine dear 
nor release captive hostages free from terrorists’ fear 
bombarding weapon and nuclear missile makes us mad 
a prophecy of core premiere plunged us to be sad 
an unconceivable voice babbles, ‘What are arsenals and nuclear weapons, dad?’ 
tongue twister innovation has no straight- tails 
spiritual living and healing completely goes beyond and fails 
the life of city is in vicinity 
cybercrime has splashed human dignity 
the production of weapon sprouts as wardrobe fashion 
which brings draught and famine in peripheral nation 
all pacifists are crawling in tension 
and even a terrorist is perplexed by what is in war that difficult to mention 
garden of Damascus and Aleppo’s flowers are dying 
due to lack of paying ransom 
dwellers of South Sudan and Congo are striving to be handsome
a robot fights with artificial satellite
random innovation of mainframe resulted fight 
in the pursuit of supreme delicacy Robert sways us 
Buddha’s fold paths toppled in dusty moss 
Basking with experimental tools not all of us can crack nuts of purism 
a single body always flutters with the theme of dualism 
a man competes with manmade machine in each day 
war-monger’s mind stumbles to hail war every day 
when children are diving in play 
a peaceful May often tempted to slay.



[Subash Singh Parajuli is a poet and educator. He has published three anthologies of poems in English: Mystic Myth, Soil on Pyre and Sympathy of Life. He lives in Kathmandu.]


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