POLITICIANS - THE SCOUNDRELS

When will the fight be over,
now that the graves have piled up?
Where to run now for cover
as smoke from bodies fill life's cup?

All around - martyrs and bullet shells,
while leaders looked the other way.
Of bravery and tears - unending tales,
the wind of patriotism is still on sway.  

Prasenjit©1997-2021

END AND AFTER

What if one day, I am no more,
would they wail, sob and despair?
What if I am lost in daily furore,
vanishing like smoke in thin air?

When I am no more, what would remain?
An unbound soul, would all be in vain?
My shared feelings and some poems...
memories, smiles, tears - unique gems!

Some unfulfilled dreams..., while
my loneliness will be at my end.
My last reflection will be my smile,
while I meet my Maker at the dark bend.

Prasenjit©1997-2021