THE 'WITNESS' TREE

Where the heart was full of love and pride

and the mind was born to be free -

A blooming witness whose tears have dried

and have seen untold sadistic spree.

Love for the motherland was then a crime

and thus they were brought and kept -

A horde of patriots in their very prime

never to return thus here for ever slept.

Screams and wails echoed thru' the walls

and the ground and sky heard the same -

Whips and boots sounded in the halls

but oozing blood and agony tho' couldn't tame.

They ripped till the bone but not the soul

and the idea and fervour was on rise -

Patriots hanged but on whites it took a toll

as martyrdom for freedom was no surprise.

As tidal waves lash onto rocky shore

and make a thunderous gallant sound -

The bloody lashes of whites went for more,

the end of savagery, nowhere to be found.

As tears, waves, lashes, curses with time fell

and the cells witnessed an ungodly dark age -

My roots ached to stop, the dry leaves cud' tell;

I wanted to drop the curtains of this stage.

While others fell I survived my fateful ground

only to see the horror unfold before my eyes -

Some to gallows, sea and some never found;

On lifeless bodies I saw a new era arise.

I'm the giant of those olden dark days

who saw the 'right to freedom' in chains -

Faith and sacrifice in time surely pays,

we are now free but their shackle remains...

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THE ICEBERG

Water lashing onto the iceberg's edge -
humongous chunk dangling like a ledge.

Though made of water but floating on it -

with centuries of drift with having no feet.

Every wave desires for the sandy shore -

falling on the beach, yet wanting more.

It's getting warmer as the millenias pass-

'today' is different from what 'yesterday' was.

A small tip, that's what the world sees -

though a fragment, it's never on its knees.

Majesticism of a tree is not in its fruits,

but that which is hidden deep - the roots.

If it's chunks are broken with nature's blow -

it's again ready to rise, a push from below.

You can't cut off the head as there's none -

not everything ends at the point of a gun.

Not all things in nature can ever mingle -

some will stay alongside and are single.

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LIKE AN ICEBERG THE STATE OF ISRAEL CAN NEVER CEASE TO EXIST. AS AN ICEBERG FLOATS UP WHEN IT SPLITS A CHUNK, SO WILL ISRAEL SURVIVE THE VERY FORCES WHICH ONCE CREATED IT.

THE PROMISED LAND

Sins upon sins and repressive power -
deep gurgling within worsening by hour.

There's no respect in slashing of swords -

all that remains are murderous hordes.

Savagery unbound and sans the guilt -

forces an innocent's grip on the hilt.

The mind is at battle before the war begun -

once had homes, now nomads on the run.

Innocents take up weapons with a sigh -

when flashes of death rains from the sky.

When the roots are hit, thus falls a tree -

as the branches wilt, the birds are free.

Night adorned in fire, day in smoky cloak -

seems the angel of death has finally spoke.

It's a pity how death whispers to all,

as the weaklings rise and the mighty fall!

As a sick man swallows a bitter pill -

no mercy for a disease one has to kill.

History tells, David struck Goliath down -

sour truth becomes the talk of the town.

Once crossed the sea, now never again -

as sheep never chases a lion out of its den.

Prasenjit©2023

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CORNERED LIONS

Lions and hyenas live on the same fields -

yet on hideous attack, the other yields.

They come out of bushes tasting blood -

their heinous nature overflow like flood.

They howl and cackle as their nature be -

kill and maim cubs; starting dark mutiny.

Unwritten truce broken by a heinous act -

between lions and hyenas there's no pact!

Weapon of the wicked is to kill and run;

A raging lions stands - the war just begun.

In a fool's paradise they claw and bite -

an unforgiving cruelty to show one's might.

To kill a cub is to kill a future king -

the hyenas on their own did misery bring.

The 'pride of lions' will uphold it's pride -

it's going to be one messy, bloody ride.

There's a line betwixt martyrs and dead -

the lion would then do as destiny bade.

Prides would tear through enemy's pack -

revealing supremacy in an uncanny knack.

The first killers can't be victims - no more;

jungle's law resounding in the lion's roar.

A lion is a king in the Almighty's name -

the jungle we knew, w'd never be the same.

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ANIMALS IN MEN

Along the banks of the meandering river,

the sun barred by the canopy of the trees.

From immemorial times flowing, a life giver -

made mark on land as it may please.

From swallows to herons and even cranes -

land of vipers, alligators or even turtle -

their path never cross on carefree lanes -

faced ravaging weather, yet kept the myrtle.

Lively chirps to humming or even the buzz,

is in itself an unique world of its own.

Ruthless or coy in peaceful living does,

creatures of less intellect in harmony known.

Lesser beings, sharper brain made the ploy;

A barbaric democracy - yet the world  is proud.

A boy at apex made the country his toy -

we have no 'We' but innumerous 'Me' in crowd.

Prasenjit©2023