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Humanity the mighty weapon

a poem by Jagannathan

I do stand helpless with everything being like a dream,
And I no longer see a child’s beam,
As the snowy field turned into an ugly red,
I realise all those people have found their last bed.

Castes, religions, rituals for what they have fought,
And “death” is the reward what they have got.
Now that there has been no use of this birth,
For no one can enjoy the fruits of “Mother” earth.

Is this why we were a part of God’s creation?
With no one present to give us even a decent cremation;
So at least from now let us follow the path of humanity,
For we all belong to the same community.