Mission: Fission Or Fusion Poem by Aftab Alam

Mission: Fission Or Fusion

Suddenly shrieked the toy,
With grief, mother patted the boy,

"Cosseting-fondling-trickling
Sunken, swelling eyes
Heavy heart, hollow mind,
A tender touch with tender look
Life of vacuum..Scarcity of life,
She gazed the dark dry empty room
Within and outside, and then
Tearfully to the eves"
‘As if; this world is going to end tonight'

(Peace, love, sublimity, virtue; no use, till there exist poverty
Killing-terrorizing; freeing the soul, Ah! Is it the only liberty?)

So softly she enchanted; whispered,
My dear son, cry not,
Shush! Be quiet, keep patience,

Soon sun will come, ,
With light, with drum,
Everything will be alright,
Shush! Be quiet,

Half awake half asleep,
Like lost aircraft blip,
On surveillance Radar,
Silky soft of dying thread,
Boy muttered, Mom " b r e a d.".
Wi ll he b ring f ood to eat?

Mother said, with nod, yes dear,
Although, " yes", she was saying,
Yet she was weeping- crying-dying
With heavy heart and laden tear,

Baby slept on mother's lap gaily,
That morning sun lost in valley,

She cried in grief, O! Poverty; ruined mountain,
Where is the dawn, I am a moaning fountain.,

Birds flew back to nest, dark curtain drawn
Love lost the bright Sun, she lost the hope
Dawn slid down with dark veiled gown
Body for bread and soul for Sun; they grope,

Babble voices of; shouting silence senseless lot
They all peeped through the ignorant -vibrant -disgusting slot

Before fainting, She burbled- unconsciously,
I lost sun….I lost son, o sun
l.. my, … son..lost
I lost my son….forever forever. n ever