Antiwar Poet

Antiwar Poet

Chirping sounds like bugle
“Feelings” at war
You just need a pen
Full of ink
Ink of passion
Passion for war
Somewhere
Melting
Ice of Red rivers,
Somewhere
Burning
Earthly flesh,
Anti war poet
Your endurance is
Checked
It is rose that changes
From pink to red in romance
It is only you who face the cannon with words
Anti war poet
Your endurance Is checked with neighborhood’s insurgency
Riverside walk is needed
Searching for a Muse
Needed Hot Coffee
The journey of your pen is ageold, hazardous
Perpetual agony of fallen angels redeems
You have seen much to talk less
Haunted souls of refugee camps scream, not talk
Vampires, predators suck, not talk
You have seen much to talk less
From paddy fields to ‘Tumult’ in clouds’
Petals and nectars don’t talk
Peace and serenity don’t talk
Your words reflect, don’t talk
Anti war poet
Waging a war against war
Unprotected soldier
Your poetry protects.

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