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