My Epitaph (acrostic)

Mysteries of war left untold by

Yearned for peace but found
my own bullet boomerang.

Eyes barbed with agony now I

Perfumes of atom still roams in

Ink was black but the words
were white by me.

Tombs upon tombs,

Apathy gone.

Peace shaken.

Hopes are cold now I need sleep.

(written on a poet’s tomb)



Would You…?

My heart wants to meet yours
And if our hearts meet
Would love die?

A red rose wants to meet your gun
And if you prefer rose to gun
Would you be a coward?

A poor wants to shake hands with you?
And if the hands meet
Would you feel the shame?

A beggar begs you for alms
And if you offer him a penny
Would you be bankrupt?

Love is all we need
If you share your love, peace and fraternity
Would you be empty?

My question to you, would you…??


A Better World

The arm that surrounds in time
of breaking

Now acts in ambushing guns.

The hand that shakes in fraternity

Now bids farewell to friendship.

World has been suffering from egoism

From racism, from superiorism,
from corruption.

Racing against time,racing for destruction.

We are living in uncertainty,

Feel like a bomb may fall upon our heads in a blink of the eyes.

I want to look at the sky tonight

If there any alien who can take me to their home?

The world has seen deadliest destruction in the past

Who can assure me it won’t happen
ever again?

Can we make a better world?

Can we obliterate war?

Can I see sunrise tomorrow?

I don’t wait for the world to change

I want you me and us to come forward

So that we can make a better world.

A safer world.

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©Kiran Bantawa