Poems by
Mathew K N

World War III

a poem by Mathew K N

The world stares agape, helpless in the threshold of science and technology,
She herself knows well, the perilous edge she is standing, in a precipice,
None can predict, what will be the fate of the millions in the heated planet,
Waging wars and engaged in petty quarrels, from trifles to territories.

On August 06th and 09th, 1945, the world saw the atrocities of atom bombs,
When Leonard Cheshire shocked the world, killing thousands, children to be born,
What he gained, what the participants gained, except loss of lives and catastrophe,
Peace, love and fraternity became old, rusted coins of no value in the world.

Is it a pleasure for the people engaged to kill others at the budding stages?,
Ere someone could predict who will be who in the end, the bodies blown to pieces,
The western bloc and eastern bloc flatter about the total annihilation – a few seconds,
While the third world, in a dilemma, in utter confusion, makes a mess of things.

God created us, to live in a world of peace and harmony all through the stages,
Not to live like ants, to be perished in a few days, in the nuclear age of terror;
The dreadful weapons in store for the future, to slaughter the human beings?
With no dignity and decency, people are destroyed, humanity gone with the wind.

There was a time when peace and brotherhood were adhered, to the utmost value,
With little bloodshed, with more affinity, forgetting caste, creed and religion,
Now, peace is a rare specimen, a scarce phenomenon which nobody wants to tread,
Maintaining it’s like plucking the yonder moon or catching fish in the desert!

We, as dead as the “dodo” in the hottest globe, living amidst fear and agony,
All creative inventions lead ultimately to the destruction of the whole world,
Those involved will also perish, the earth will become a handful of ashes;
Leading the world back to the paleolithic ages, the age of bows and arrows?

That’s the time when Lord Shiva opens His third eye to dance amidst subjugation,
That’s the time when friction reaches at it’s peak, pushing the world to utter dismay,
The remnants, the victims will become the living monuments of the worst tragedy,
It’s imperative that the progress of the world, befools us and shoves us to devastation.

Let us ponder over any concrete solutions, to avoid the possibility of a tragic end,
Let all the nations join hand in hand to sign a treaty of a complete disarmament,
Let us chant the verse of Tagore, “In to that heaven, let my country (world) awake”,
Let there be a world government, protecting her from a nuclear disaster, a tragic end.