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.]