Different Truths introduces poems from this issue. Ratan pens two dark poems that deal with hatred, violence and deaths, unleashing untold miseries that men in the supreme ignorance bring forth on others. It is also a time of resolute strength, patience, hope and love. Martin Luther King Jr. rightly said, “Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.”
Paris We Love You !
Come on Paris ! We Love you Paris!
One Suicide Bomber
and people that he killed
were 129 in number
Not just one hundred twenty nine
He killed love and art, he killed life and sunshine
Three teams of suicide bombers
They all spread out across Paris
Racing in a Volkswagen Polo with Kalashnikov rifles
and explosive belts , description varies.
With candles and flowers the outdoor terrace was filled
La Belle Equipe restaurant, where gunman shot into the crowd
The six sites were their target points -they tried to ruin Paris
Girls ,children, women and men shrieked in pain and fear aloud.
I am the Oleander poet from the City of Joy
Praying today for dreamland Paris my City of Love
Terrorism will be defeated and destroyed one day
If we have blessings from God above.
In the name of religion how can man kill man
In the name of Jihad and revenge how can life be ruined
Like the woman in Baudelaire’s poem
“Le Serpent qui danse’ the snake inside us is entwined
moi moins de flamme” O Baudelaire’s words I utter
O pitiless demon! Throw me less fire
This suspected bomber had a five year old girl
Paris in midnight never did so much tire.
Recall 26/11 or just 9/11 you remember
Three teams of beastly ghastly suicide bombers!
But Hate cannot kill Baudelaire’s Paris
Paris we love you with all blood in vein
Maupassant’s dreamland of art and love
Don’t cry my beloved Paris! never feel pain
Guillaume Apollinaire’s Paris in Autumn
Vibrant Paris cannot be so quiet and calm.
A suicide Bomber will surely be forgotten
The head will be held high of Eiffel Tower
Bombs can destroy iron and mortar
A bomber can never ruin art and flower
Paris, I believe you are still warmly breathing
Anger against terrors all over the globe seething
Long live Paris that bled slowly under the sky
Nothing can make humanity feel so shy.
Terrorism a disease getting epidemic by and by
At the crossroads we all stand,man is killed like tiny fry.
O my frozen being, I am not able to use my pen
When hungry wolves spread terror all around
My pride as a poet does crumble today
The dancing sunlight quickens no joyous sound.
Come on Paris arise and awake
Survive the catharsis and the terrible quake.
Paris you are my poetry, my painting , my art
You rouse dreams of love in my forlorn heart.
I’m Gonna Told God Everything
From Syria it is a long way but still they came
They were refugee in Beirut,they had no other name.
When we cannot give home to anyone
To make one homeless is nothing but a shame.
Paris burns and French planes bombarded Syrian skies
When the earth is filled with tears and cries.
I feel helpless and only try to sing
I heard the dying child in Beirut :’ I will tell God everything’
The child lost his parents ,
He himself got a fatal wound in explosions
He saw how man killed man in anger
He saw how the world bombarded relations
Voices on Beirut and Paris boulevard got silent
Men with guns and rockets went violent .
The child still dreamt in the darkness to sing
‘I’m gonna told God everything’!
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Ratan is a bilingual writer and academician, he is Associate Professor and head of English literature in Motijheel College, Kolkata. He is a guest faculty at Rabindra Bharati University and a
member of the advisory board of International Theodore Dreiser Society, USA. He is the founder
director of the Dattani Archive and Research Association (DARA), Kolkata. He edits a journal,
authored several books, published poems and writes for several webzines. His book of love poems for his wife was translated into Assamese. He is also is a social media buff.