No tears to shed
No hope to build
No dream to hold
No shame to hide
200 days of Genocide
Destined to be killed
Destined to be starved
Destined to be bombed
Destined to have no pride!
200 days of Genocide!
None to believe
None to depend
None to wait for
None to find beside
200 days of Genocide!
Destined to be invaded
Destined to be occupied
Destined to be oppressed
And driven out from inside
200 days of Genocide!
©NilavroNill 24th April 2024
Category: 2024
Inevitable
A brief moment of hesitation!
Of an occupied mind
Full of doubts and distrusts
He observed these all, with
A faint smile like the
First rays shining alone
A brief moment of hesitation!
Of long experiences, around
Lost memories and modern times
He knew all these beforehand
Like the writer playing with
His characters and their fates
A brief moment of hesitation!
Of human errors, human sins
Of lusts and temptations unlimited
He observed humanity so long!
He had neither hope nor despair
He had neither pain nor grief
A brief moment of hesitation!
Of my ego, of my arrogance
Of my pride, of my prejudice
He knew, He failed immeasurably
He knew, His instincts didn’t work
He knew, everything was inevitable!
©NilavroNill 20th April 2024
NilavroNill Shoovro
It Was About Him
It was about Him
It would always be about Him
He was waiting for generations
He tried hard for millenniums
He hoped to evolve around
The minds and the souls
To incarnate everyday
It was about Him
It would always be about Him
I was following Him since long
Like air water fire and earth
I was following Him
From the cradle to the grave, like
The lost shadows forgotten long
It was about Him
It would always be about Him
He himself believed the prophets
He, even tried out every ritual
He followed the leaders, the writers
The singers, the composers, the poets
He followed both scriptures and manifestoes
It was about Him
It would always be about Him
I have seen Him in the lost battlefields
I have seen Him with the revolutionaries
I have seen Him among the dead bodies
I have seen Him to be defeated by the evils
I have seen Him crying aloud in despairs
It was about Him
It would always be about Him
He knew, He was too feeble, too weak
He knew, He was too lonely, too alone
He knew, He was too idealist, too innocent
He had neither the strength nor the knowledge
He had neither the tools nor the instruments
It was about Him
It would always be about Him
I know, He would still try hard for success
I know, He would still wait for the others
I know, He would still dream to evolve
Around the minds around the souls
To incarnate every second!
©NilavroNIll 18th April 2024
NilavroNill Shoovro
The Audience
When the dancers take the floor
Like the spokespersons, DoD
Why wouldn’t you step out, and exit?
When the dancers take the floor
Like the media anchors shouting loud
Why wouldn’t you step out, disbelief the lies?
When the dancers take the floor
Like the buffoons in the press conference
Why wouldn’t you step out, and spit?
When the dancers take the floor
Like the warmongers crying foul
Why wouldn’t you step out, demand peace?
When the dancers take the floor
Like the ruling elites trading wars
Why wouldn’t you step out, and revolt?
When the dancers take the floor
Like the intellectuals fooling around
Why wouldn’t you step out, speak the truth?
***DoD. Department of Defense
©NilavroNill 17th April 2024
NilavroNill Shoovro
Having An Affair
Whoever knows me. Knows the truth
I’m having an affair with Him
Not in heaven but here, in Hell
Whoever knows me. Knows the truth
He is too old to be romantic enough
Yet he embraces with His heart in love
Whoever knows me. Knows the truth
He tried His best to create a heaven
But in vain and lost everything in Hell
Whoever knows me. Knows the truth
Everyday He suffers with me and others
Like those mothers with stillborn babies
Whoever knows me. Knows the truth
He too cries aloud deep within, Like
The dead soldiers buried under the lies
Whoever knows me. Knows the truth
He tries hard to unearth the truths
Like the revolutionaries engaged in fights
Whoever knows me. Knows the truth
He too draws the sketches of God
Trying to match everything in details
Whoever knows me. Knows the truth
I too believe in harboring faiths
Like Him and others living in Hell!
©NilavroNill 16th April 2024
NilavroNill Shoovro
Gaza 2023-2024
(Remembering the murdered journalists in Gaza)
The last time
They buried me
Under the rubles
With my eyes closed
Dragging my belongings
Over my head
Closer to my face
I knew the rockets
Fired upon my home
In the middle of the night
Precisely addressed with
My name, my location
My deeds, my fights
My truths, my oaths
They knew it so well
I’ would keep on debunking
Their lies, their sin
All those false narratives
With precise timings
Dates and hours
With documentation, proofs
They had no idea
Even a thousand deaths
Could never ensure their pretexts
Burying me and others
Under the rubles everyday
Wouldn’t be enough
To hide the Holocaust
©NilavroNill 16th April 2024
NilavroNill Shoovro
I Know I’m Dying
I know, I’m dying everyday
Slowly but steadily, too weak
To hope for resurrections
The ultimate dream, at least
one can hope for, or believe
I know, I’m dying everyday
With each hour growing
Inevitably irreversible
A momentum towards
The final countdown
I know, I’m dying everyday
With each dead body, lying
Dead under the rubles…
Under heavy bombardment
Infront of the eyes, unashamed
I know, I’m dying everyday
Witnessing those orphans,
Wounded and homeless
With no shelter, no food
Nothing to cling on to survive
I know, I’m dying everyday
Slowly, but inevitably, as I
Don’t know how to remain
Cheerful, complacent like others
Witnessing a genocide….
6th January 2024
©NilavroNill
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