Common Soil
The soil
The content of it
The nature’s endowments
Are all alike
Everywhere.
Men claiming owner of it,
Dying all for it…
Wah! What avarice?
With all pride
With all intentions
Have named theirs;
Have raised boundaries
Have fought wars
Torn much barren
And have their claim…
This much mine,
That much theirs,
And how much?
Nay, no boundary it owes
Nor the claim of one
Can subdue the content.
Nagasaki recalls- Nazi,
LOC mourns for Indo-Pak. claim
Seal the fate of men.
Blood moistened soil
Sweat moistened soil
All people they owe.
I was born on it,
But, own it not.
While others brim with pride
I think of my share
I think of my part
Oh! How much mine?
I am in mission
I am dying all for that
Common soil.
Wake -up all dispossessed
Road ahead is clear
Let for all the hoi-polloi en masse
Have unlivable graveyard everywhere
At least.
Dai,definately,had there been no lines on the map and no boundries claimed his or her/hers or theirs,there would have been unthinkable Earth:of joys and happiness!
I like your post-modern style!
Bravo and Salute!
Comment on mine too… Thank you for let us be read!