Something I Look At-93 Poem by Smrui Ranjan Mohanty

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-93
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

Wars end in defeats
Both the victor and vanquished
suffer alike, incurring loses huge and unacceptable, causing irreparable damage
to humanity and its collective conscience,
and both having bleeding wounds deep inside
that can't be shown to anyone else.

In its womb grow the seeds of future wars
In itmanifests man's innate urge to subjugate
In it a vivid display of ego and animosity,
a naked parade of hatred and jealousy, a blatant esire to remain at the top in an unequal world of squalor and poverty.

The world wars tell it all
The victory of pride and greed,
emotions and passions, ego and vanity
over rationality and peace and all
that makes the world such a beautiful
place to live in.

The darkest chapter of human history
speaks volumes of man, his craving for identity, a place unmatched
and the sheer madness to achieve it
by all means.

Hiroshima bears testimony to the victory
of forces inimical to man and his development
It tells how sad and pathetic life can be, how man and his madness can put an end to everything he has lovingly built and nourished.

Hiroshima witnessed the harrowing tales of many, their wounded ego and shattered life, the poignant deaths of thousands who were yet to see the world and live a life and those who survived death and endured a life more pathetic and horrible than dying death hundred times.

Hiroshima speaks emphatically
The world can ill afford another tragedy
We are to understand its language,
keep the wound alive and bleeding
to see and reassess it time and again.
We are the same as we were then
having the same instincts, pride, ego and jealousyflowing in our artery and vein.
Hardly we understand the language of peace and love, but for the sake of our own survival we are to restrain our hunger for more power and territory, put an end
to the arms race and make the world
a better place to live, love and relinquish.

©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty 4.8.2018