Wednesday, February 8, 2012

ON THE BORDER

Stretched across the borderline,
soldiers stand on alert - all.
On another side, a country fine,
waiting for a hopeless fall.

Soldiers taking orders to abide, 
not thinking about it ever.
Innocents plundered, a wrong side,
their voices suppressed forever.

The seat of the power decides it,
the plundering for times to come.
The nakeds have no meal to eat,
the orphans, thus satans become!

Oppressed from both the sides,
create a wall of their own.
Wretched politics, power rides,
the homeless are left alone.


Prasenjit©1997-2012

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