Santosh Kumar Biswa - WHITE DOVE

White Dove
An Anthology of Love, Peace, Fidelity and Humanity by Santosh Kumar Biswa
With Poetry to point the Actus Reus
The weapon of my gramps in the combat,
A piercing knife that penetrated wakeless,
Shaded blood as brutal as its abrupt edge.
The blasé gun of my father's hand in war
Impinged the guiltless bullets in the breast,
Stamped out human as lethal as its veracity
For the oppressed power to conquer and rule,
Although treacherous, but not to get depressed.
Since my nativity, many hatreds to see about
And no dearie to germinate among all youths
For the Satan is so intelligent to subjugate all,
The man's pallid mind for their inglorious act
And to translate the value that lies within love;
Of human minds that cries and the life itself
For the selfish war that gratify the chosen one,
But innocents to remain roofless and squint.
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