Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
In fields once green, now scorched and torn,
The venom of war darkens the horizon every morn.
It slithers through the silent cries,
Where children’s laughter slowly dies.
Steel hawks scream across the sky,
Dropping fire on locations where magic dreams lie.
The scorched soil drinks blood, not rain,
And bereaved mothers wail in endless pain.
Brother turns on brother’s face,
Love replaced by death’s embrace.
The venom coils in every breath,
A lullaby of sudden death.
Temples fall and books are burned,
Lessons lost, never learned.
Flags wave high, but hearts are low,
Truth buried deep beneath the snow.
Peace becomes a distant shore,
As venom spreads from every pore.
Yet in the ash, a flower grows—
In a newborn babe’s cry the river of life flows
Biography: Ratan Bhattacharjee
International Tagore Awardee Formerly Affiliate Faculty Virginia Commonwealth University& Ex Associate Professor and Head Post Graduate Dept of English Dum Dum Motijheel College, President Kolkata Indian American Society & Associate Editor Ayomoy & multilingual International l Poet cum Columnist for national Dailies
