The Last Poem of a Parisian Poet

Hello World,

It is the last good bye of a Parisian poet

Composing last poem from Bataclan theatre

The call of terror on a chilly night

You know what?

First time I got fresh ink to pen – Blood

Unique paper to write – Wounded Flesh

I heard a new cadence  – Shrieking of innocent beings

Bullets tattooed my body and soul wounded.

I am deluged in melancholy and anger.

Is 13th friday truly jinxed or fabricate cursed nights?

I doubt, but yes I will ask the Almighty once I leave.

But before I breathe my last

I want to drink the wine of blood

With those suicide bombers

To taste if it is sweeter than peace

Come on suicide bombers!

Celebrate ‘Paris Attack’!

Dance upon the dead bodies!

Score of death toll is so high. Hats off!

Isn’t it a matter of celebration?

Come on, say ‘Cheers’ and drink fresh Blood Wine

May be the blood thirst of you will get quenched.

But Oh Akka of terrorism!

I will dare to say even in my last breathe

You never won and you never will

Oh dreamers of heaven, pity on you

because even in the HELL you won’t get to enter.

And let me remind you

Our unconquered spirit won’t quiver

By your loud bombing and nasty shooting

In all these massacres, it hadn’t ever once!

And by the way why the hell you don’t get to understand

There are words like Peace, Harmony and Love in this world

Add it in your dictionary of Hate, Revenge and Terror and make it holy

And check if that helps get you more justice and hold you near Lord

Than this back stabbing cowardice practice of terrorism..

Come on open your eyes and understand the truth at least now,

When your ‘Martyrdom’ never glorified by any as you were supposed

Oh Paris! Glamorous Paris!

Now let me bid adieu forever

With a smile on my face, I promise

I will drag this issue to the court of Almighty

And help you get justice soon.

Dear Parisians, I know you will regain lost strength

As yours courage is taller than Eiffel Tower.

We know nothing is going to change

If we indulge in war, terror and hatred

The revenge game will keep detonate us

And innocent will keep dying everywhere.

We may keep writing and embrace a silent death.

So let’s forgive and help the insane understand

The divine power of Peace, Love and the value of Life

Only that way the mentally can be treated

And regress the disastrous mess forever.

Oh Akka of terrorism, I bet

You will sleep well, live real.

Help yourself, change for a day

Check if it doesn’t prove true, else

You are most welcome to pursue

The fake glory of terrorism and blood shedding

And I condemn, I condemn, I condemn..

Good-bye Paris! My time is up.

Love and Bless..

© Maaya Dev 20th Nov 2015

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About Maaya Dev

Maaya Dev is an Indian based poetess and an economics graduate. Her poems have found place in several national and international anthologies and journals like Episteme, Criterion, Langlit, Anthesis, Eternal, Wings, Forever, Change, The Significant Anthology, Aquillerelle Wall of Poetry Book 5, Umbilical Cords, Kaafiana. She is a winner of Delhi Poetry Challenge – Kaafiya Contest 2015 and a short story winner Seasosn 1 at StoryMirror. She is a contributor at many reputed poetry sites and won few poetry contests. She is also conferred with the title of ICOP Critic of the year 2015 at Destiny Poets UK( An International Community of Poets). Her debut anthology ‘SHIMMERING CHIMES’ got published by AUTHORSPRESS Delhi, in Sept 2015.She blogs at maayas-musing.blogspot.in.

15 thoughts on “The Last Poem of a Parisian Poet

  1. Kumaara Sukeja

    The sinews of every distressed heart in the vicinity bursting out with unstoppable rage vexed by the inability to check the mayhem and blood-letting of the innocents ! Can’t stop the tears from flowing ! Emotions freeze in the mind of the reader…wonderful composition.

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  2. shamsher

    Simply wow, superb. loved the indomitable spirit of that Parisian poet . Loved the intensity,Spirit of the poem and yes, as any poets last poem and especially in such a state is going to be nothing less than the best, this is a super fantastic, unbeatable delivery by the author . A poem standing as tall as the eiffel tower of Paris itself.

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  3. pramilakhadun

    Maaya, I can imagine the surges of emotions hitting yr heart while you were writing this great poem, may this message reach all as soon as possible.

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