HEAVENLY CURSE

HEAVENLY CURSE


When in the sky a steel kite’s
Roar calls to poor children,
Playing in the desert sand,
By it they’re beholden.

Soon a motley cloud of ill
Clad urchins there gathers
‘Look, mom, what a shining kite!’
They point out to mothers.

Suddenly from it drop bombs.
It’s a war on terror!
Innocent children are hit,
Their lives gone forever.

Heaven’s angels come searching
For souls of earth’s angels.
Such killing arouses them.
The scene truly angers.

Carrying tender souls they
Cast a heavenly curse:
‘Murderers, we’ll bring on you
A mayhem in reverse’.


• Written in abcb 7-6-7-6 format
• Initially written as entry 382255 in the book "WAR POETRY--award winner" , “WAR POETRY--award winner". Posted as the present static item on 23 August 2008.


M C Gupta
27 October 2005