Theme: Conquest

Man's heart his Throne!

Frequent flyers
criss-cross the sky,
the trails of the smoke
the sky doesn't treasure -
nothing is left for a forlorn brother...

The sailors in high sea
ride waves and rough tides,
anchor from shore to shore,
but the blue print of their routes
the sea has not kept in safety locker...

The invaders, often cruel though brave,
did not know what is fear
and entered other's territories
with soldiers, arms and ammunitions.
They plundered the land and looted the poor,
yet history has not glorified their misadventure...

But the one
who sat in silence
under a lone tree
without soldiers, weapons,
war planes and ammunitions
has ruled the three worlds.
He sits on the thone
in each man's golden heart!


More By  : Dr. Kumarendra Mallick

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Comments on this Poem

Comment True, Mamta. The sages, saints and seer steer the ship of mankind in stormy seas. Thank you for your candid quote.

28-Mar-2011 23:09 PM

Comment you have a great vision, take on life. I READ A QUOTE, KEEP YOUR COOL AND COMMAND THE WORLD. Your poem brought it to my mind.

mamta agarwal
28-Mar-2011 22:52 PM

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