Harihar Jha

Agony churns my heart
and lo! a poem emerges with a smile!

 All weapons are silent
Who is this crazy fellow
Singing peace in the battlefield?
The world is shocked

 How come a canon used to throw fireballs
Now peacefully blossoming the flowers?
When agony surrounds my lips
A poem of love comes out!

Men are reduced to insects
In torture-camps
Then the poem reminds about the martyrs
Sings their praise hand-folded

It gives inspiration and decorates
Noble souls with a garland of flames

Agony churns my heart
and lo! a poem emerges with a smile!    

Harihar Rai Jha  

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