Triveni Journal
1927 | 11,233,916 words
Triveni is a journal dedicated to ancient Indian culture, history, philosophy, art, spirituality, music and all sorts of literature. Triveni was founded at Madras in 1927 and since that time various authors have donated their creativity in the form of articles, covering many aspects of public life....
G. Ramaseshu
I meet my fate upon these Hills
No other way for me - to fight and die
I chose my way: Amidst this Chill
Snow-fanged boulders I sigh:
Can we relieve this cursed blame
By this inhuman bloody game?
Who cares for life? We have to spill
Our blood and mercilessly Kill.
My Death at last be seen -Â
A mere dead phrase in news
Some tearful faces shot upon the screen
A Topic for political views;
My family gets a heartless cheque
Can it repair the inner wreck?
Waiting for orders should I die
Decided by secure powers high
I slug through marshy snow at night
Hearing the groans of death despite
Some fate awaits me tomorrow;
War will not give you any respite
But bleeding floods of sorrow;
Man turns a brute with dreadful might
Life seems a game to shoot at sight
So many promising buds to ashes blight.
Our blood is same - of mine or of my foe
Afar from us, our families sob
Like fleas we bum in a lurid glow
Of war and then our souls will throb
Beholding the vain blood -
thirsty game
Played in all - loving Godly name.
I die, No regrets for it, and yet
I pray for peace and gentle state;
No nation rose to fame and set
The path of progress by burning hate;
Oh God! I yield my soul, please save
This world, Spread Peace, Make it not a War-torn grave.