That Chilly Night

Thick with excitement was the chilly night
Eagles of Death Metal band
Grand , in its irreverent charm,
In Paris’s Bataclan theatre had just performed
When the real eagles of death, sick and deformed
Struck!

Is not music the food of love?
Why then was the poor dove of peace harmed
That chilly , starry , night?

Why did terror strike
When notes of music should have
Struck?

Monsters of hate brimming with
Insidious bloodlust
Struck

Where the music of love
With its ineffable harmony should have
Struck?

In the National stadium
In a northern suburb of Paris
There was a loud celebratory hum
As crowds applauded their soccer team.
Suddenly, in the glittering venue
Sirens screamed with shrillness undue
On the pitch, the fans of soccer poured
And the helicopters overhead roared
As a savage belligerence
Cut through the soothing radiance
Of that chilly , starry night.

It was bizarre
Humans had gone too far
Masked men
Had unmasked their designs vile
Once again
Struck
A peace fragile
On that Parisian chilly night
When the stars overhead sparkled bright.

Outside the concert hall
A tiny dove cowered in fright
Empathizing with a shoe
Orphaned and lost
Lying forlorn
On the street
On another gore-drenched dawn.

6 thoughts on “That Chilly Night

  1. Maaya Dev

    A praiseworthy penning straight from the Authors heart with full of heart drenching emotions / reactions and the repercussions of terrorists attack. As always, intense touching poem Santosh ma’am

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  2. Kumaara Sukeja

    The writer pours her heart out and sheds all the tears for the hapless victims symbolized by the tiny dove in whose frustrated bosom the last tear of sorrow probably dried up with the sound of the first bullet..

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