It is the English version of my last Malayalam post which depicts the carnage taking place among political parties. A district named Kannur in Kerala( India) once,known for its beauty and fraternity has become the graveyard of youths of hostile politics.Everyday heart-breaking news reaches the readers and viewers with mass murders. The procedures of punishment take the usual course of long periods, when the murderers spend comfy life in dungeons.
Thursday, March 23, 2017
What has gone Wrong with Kannur!
Aw! What is wrong there, Kannur
Lost have you, your visual organs?
Smell don’t you the odour of bloodshed,
That in red colour flows as rivulets?
Vanishes the soul of the soil, when
The pretty name of the place, louts stain.
Ah! Kannur natives, open your minds,
Isn’t the hue of all blood is red?
Fearing no remorse, rock the rogues.
And chop into bits the rival’s figure
Blotting the quiet existing around
Bearing the sign of insolence profuse.
Words of the privileged guide the cohorts
And they with full hearts take on the massacre
Knowing not their deeds’ consequence
In prison they spend their lives’ balance.
“Lying there is neither my kith nor my kin,
Needlessly indulge shouldn’t I in this issue!,”
Keeping this thought so brutal in minds,
Selfishly ensure their safety, the leaders.
Motionless lies on the chest of the soil
The parents’ dear blood in silence utter.
Can anyone measure the anguish mother’s
When with her, will live no more her son?
Father’s support has faded away
And gone in astray the prop of mother.
As torrents pour down tears in pain
To tear-drenched, changing their visages.
Have taken a stage of numbness
The values, humanity and clemency as well?
Attains scarlet, the terrain entire,
Terrible is the scene that one sights there.
In unease and anxiety, leave the vicinity
Aves and animals in search of their perches.
Expresses Nature on face her censure
That packed she has, in her heart.
Unable to eye the unkindest act
Escapes Sun striding to west
With a weighty heart full of murk
Slides, he to hide behind the sea.
Wreaths displayed, hands folded
Crocodile tears, shed, the pitiless politics
Incessantly state the drama,there,staged
Oh!True minds if any, prevent kindly this carnage.