Poets Against War continues the tradition of socially engaged poetry by creating venues for poetry as a voice against war, tyranny and oppression.
Bhuwan Thapaliya
27 years old
Poet From Nepal
Peace, come here and live with us forever.
Whenever we close our eyes to decamp from an eternal strife, we see the reflection of peace in the shadow of the fire burning inside our heart.
We cannot sleep at night and day, we just chase it away. Can it be true that: They also think of peace, as we do. They also long for peace, as we do.
On every bend, we stop, and open our ears, hoping to hear the whispers of peace. Alas! But lately, things aren't what they used to be. Now peace it seems is just a forlorn reverie.
Peace, when you were here, a thorn was a rose. But when you are away, a rose is a thorn. When will you come back?
Life, it doesn't frighten us. For us it is the series of volcanic eruptions. We were children once but now we are only orphans.
Anybody can live but it takes a lot of courage to stay alive all the time dancing on the floor of death. When will you learn to dance?
"Life, how far is the death? How far is it?" we all ask Death is near "when you are far away from yourself," life answered back.
We are far away far away from us. We are moving backward We walked yesterday, today we slipped and tomorrow we will crawl.
Peace, come here and live with us forever. We will spend our life painting the stars of compassion. We both discern the obstacles but it's worth doing than digging the abyss of affliction.
We might have lost everything but oh! God, not our heart. Upon this murky land, sunshine will come, and soon we shall be blessed with the warmth of love.
Copyright 2004 Bhuwan Thapaliya
Hi-tech dogs of war.
Hi-tech dogs of war.
"O Lord, O, my master, at the dawn of civilization they sharpened spears of stone. Today, the rocket reaches beyond the Moon, but they sharpen the heart with the bullets wound.
Ah! And yet they call this a progress- but progress at what cost, as the world has always been ripped and torn into pieces by the hi-tech dogs of war.
O Lord, O, my master listen , listen to the salutation of their guns, with which it shatters the core of the Earth.
Ah! And yet they modify these guns on and on, and do nothing concrete to save those pristine souls sandwiched in between the vicious circle – of hunger and poverty, all around the world.
O Lord, O, my master, Ah! We have limited our capabilities in building the weapons of destruction only. We are selfish, we hear, but we pretend not to hear, the grinding sound of their bones.
We spit all that is worth drinking And drink all that is worth spitting And in our hallucination, we ask God, “Who has found what for eternity?”
Ah! It is for you, children, to judge or to condemn our progresses as you wish.
But, take our advice - “Please redefine human progress,”
Then define life, Then define freedom of existence.
Then the, hi –tech weapons of war.
Many become wifeless, husbandless, parentless, childless, and friendless because of these hi- tech weapons of war.
Ah! And yet they call this a progress- but progress at what cost, as the world has always been ripped and torn into pieces by the hi-tech dogs of war.
