CALLING PEACE

CALLING PEACE By Dipanjan Bhattacharjee

Imbecile art thou! Buried wisdom heaves, For this a voyage o'er gory lands of death. Wherefore dost thy hands axe the branch thou perch? Humanity ain't triumphant in arms of distorted faith.

Thou battle days for a great conquest, And grab lands off to thy rever'd name. Thou fete delight over earthen swathes, And capture soil in tinseled frames.

A thousand graves beneath thy feet, Slumber drenched in anguished rains. And their souls in vengeful fires, Burn each hour of grave disdain.

Dost thou feel for the bereft father, Departing sans his willing heart? His beloved beau too mourns aloud, As she witnesses her souls depart.

No promises true shall e'er return, Her lost old days of happy hours. A mournful corpse that breathes perhaps, Shall stand oblivious to fulgent flowers.

O Knight of the world; as thou perceive, What seekest thou from a defunct land? Soil? Trees? Skies or clouds? Or caskets with corpses entombed in sands?

Thou nestle gaily in castle of pearls, And breathe each day in regal air. What foes for thou in the frailest attires; Proclaim e'er their felonious share?

Stop for a while! Hither behold, Flooded faces in ocean of tears. What sin thou call for the tittle wean With roseate eyes and ebony smears?

Let 'em breathe; o duke of honor! For; they're all parts of noble mankind. Thou art the king and none shalt revolt, And none shalt cater varied thoughts in mind.

Of wars thou must behold a day, Crumbled ruins of a civilization. Bare streets and barren fields, Shalt be a part of thy regal possession.

Ah! Dost thou truly call a war? Frail art they with timid demeanor. Yet brave to the foes for one last chance, Offer 'em love and petals of honour.

Seekest thou a perpetual surrender, Thralldom thine must rein 'em all. And evermore thy brutal wand, Shalt lash 'em off from spring to fall.

Lo! Thinkest thou for a moment or two, Dost thou seek o'er corpses a rein? Or o'er crumbled houses and roads? Wherefore fete a phoney win?

Lust of power and kingship rule, And thus doth thy somnolent soul. Awaken to the birds and behold the world, Corpses ain't e'er thy rever'd goal.

Proclaim triumph o'er hearts galore, Where each man shalt worship thou. Let 'em surrender all for love, And offer to thee their solemn vow.

Peace must enshroud this mortal crust, With posies shower from yonder skies. Thy Knighthood shalt hold true for eons, And God must bless thee in disguise.

There's a world aft renouncing cages, Where the nymphs serve bliss to each. But to the ones too blind of wealth, Heaven's door stays off the reach.

And this bard of words and thoughts, Offer to thee his verses wise. This ain't his but the voice of God, Behold o duke with thy soul's true eyes.

Stop the fire and let brooks flow, Let each visage smile again. The holy Lord from his abode, Shalt bless thy soul with His divine rain.

Dipanjan Bhattacharjee is an engineer by profession and a writer by passion. He hails from the state of Jharkhand in India. He has completed his B.Tech in ELECTRONICS AND INSTRUMENTATION Engineering in 2016. He has been into literature since his school days. To be specific he first explored his abilities when he was in his seventh standard. Writing simultaneously in 3 languages namely English, Bengali and Hindi makes him a distinguished figure. He has been felicitated by various national and international literary communities. He has also been felicitated with the Next Generation Writer Award for the year 2021 from ContentWrep. He has been conferred several awards and recognitions from Sri Lanka, UK, France, Australia and many other nations. He is an expert in 30 plus International Poetry Forms till date. He is published in several national and international magazines and is a published author of seven plus solo books and thirty plus anthologies.