Bhartendu Second - Difficult Times

My world is lovable
like yours


yet I have no arguments
To justify that
You are insane
and treacherous
when you bomb my kids
And blast my dreams

I am not complaining
To you
or anybody

I know
You are riding a difficult horse
For reasons other than pleasure
Or service

I know you are there
Like always
I also know
Pablo Neruda is not dead

Neither in Iraq
Nor in America
or where silence reigns
like a pre-historic landscape
of all
and nobody

Bhartendu Second

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