Oh my tears! Oh my mother land

Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa

Oh my tears! Oh my mother land!

A dilemma, I am in, Whether to cry or not, I am in a queue. If I weep, I watch many others around, like me, If I don’t, I can’t conceive of the losses I’ve experienced.

Oh my tears! I feel pity looking at you, What can you do about it though? For you are guided fully by my emotions. But, your suspension gives me pain, You better come out of my eyes, And hold my weary away, At least, I will be at peace for a while.

Oh my mother land! I can’t even blame you, You are the imitator of God’s mind, For what you are is what he believed. You behave in the way heaven thinks, But I do tell you, to maintain the balance, So that, the one who relies on you has faith, Not alone in God, but also in you.

Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa

Oh yes, my God! You too are helpless, What you desire doesn’t come about, What has happened shouldn’t happen. At this stage, I could simply pray, For all, for your prophesy to be carried out, Of repenting and being your member, If not immediately, at least before your second coming.

With my prayer and your unceasing love, I do stand steed, not in a dilemma, but in hope, For the best to happen on this earth, Not according to our will, but yours, As you are the most eminent among all, Who cares for me a great deal.