Hemant Bawankar
☆ War for… ☆ Hemant Bawankar ☆
I’m crawling
in the battlefield,
towards
widening jaws of death
ready to swallow me.
My heart is melting
with moans of wounded knights.
Lightening of shells
and
the thundering of bombs.
Instantaneous light smiles
incessant dark laughs
and
I’m hanging between them.
I’m feeling
What’s death?
Death is not so easy
as we think.
It’s far beyond
from imagination
and
at the point of
realism.
It is felt
once in a life.
Soul feeds
respiration and pulsation
to fulfil
the incessant hungry stomach
of wild death.
Those are lucky
who return
from jaws of death.
Their experiences and feelings
are far beyond
from our hypothesis.
Ah!
Oh! My God!
One more dead,
and one more will die;
may be me
or
yourself.
No;
I can’t fight
with life; for life
but,
I’ll not make
my hands up
I’ll wait
for death!
That dangerous death
in the lap of whose
thousands of knights slept
in battlefield
on the earth
vigorous than any world war
the life’s war!
11th August 1977
(This poem has been cited from my book “The Variegated Life of Emotional Hearts”.)
© Hemant Bawankar
Pune
