Bhishma, the Great Warrior: Poem

John Kolyav By John Kolyav, 3rd Sep 2012 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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In ancient days people had principles. They fought for honor. This distinguishes Bhisma from ordinary war-butchers of the ‘modern’ world.

On the bed of arrows

I see the sun, like a sick glow worm,
crawling everyday
and the stars grinning at me.

How many days more to the summer solstice?

Like young spiders its mother
these arrows of my pupil gnaw my flesh
but, more painful are the screams
of orphans, of widows engulfed in flames,
of parents deprived of their sons.

Yet, let me thank you world
for pinning me on this bed of arrows;
it expiates my sins.

Perpetual agony

The trumpet to gather the remaining warriors,
resonance of bow-strings,
shouting of human folly,
sound of chariots crushing civilization
-all penetrate, prick and twitch my mind
.

Vanity

What was all this for?
For a strip of land? Establishing justice?
Or was it by the kings’ ego?


Tomorrow
some hungry street children
may beg coins, drumming their belly,
singing on my chivalry!

Tags

Arjun, Arrows, Bhisma, Epic, Ganga, India, Kerala, Krishna, Mahabharata, Oath

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author avatar John Kolyav
Born in 1963, Postgraduated in 1986. Six novels and four poetry books published. Got three state- level awards for literary works. More details at www.johnsonpj.com

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
3rd Sep 2012 (#)

The seeds of wars sprout from the ego of one, may be, few. For that millions suffer and thousands die. Great feelings here, John - siva

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author avatar John Kolyav
3rd Sep 2012 (#)

Thank you for reading and appreciating, dear sir!

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