I Meditate ...

I meditate- If ever there's a third world war What'll happen to new morn's offspring ? I meditate- If Earth sprouts out blood What'll happen of the mirth of innocent ploughs ? Happy-boughs, fragrant gardens Nonchalant running of rivers and Bubbling of brooks, Cheerful children,fearless youth Bashful moon faced maids ! Will stillness spread its shroud ? Will this world end in smoke ? Will no nightingale sing ? Will no cuckoo cry ? I meditate- Will future historians use blood-mixed ink ? Will sun-rays shine a mound of corpses ? Will moon-beams glimmer this massacre ? Will autumn blight the bloom of flowers ? Will light become a slave of flowers ? Will revolution bedeck itself with golden-chains ? Will peace recede to grave-yards ? I meditate- Will spring get a sprinkling of bullets ? Will cinders bloom on tree-branches ? Will annihilation swing to heavens ? Will the victory over humanity, be charity ? What'll be the epilogue of this old-new tale ? Centuries re-chant the teachings of Chanakya, Marx, Lenin, Gandhi, Tulsidas, Virgil, Shaw, Gorki, I meditate- Will their pens not wake-up ? Will their corpses not toss in coffins ? When dead-loveliness will rot on the road Will not History feel restive in palaces ? When broad will be lock-ed up Will not sweat sow the seed of revolution ? The Tiller is engaged in scythe-revolution and The worker is whetting his sickle, Orb is establishing a city with new-stars, Earth is rearing a new sanguine-blood, Wheel of construction is out of your reach Powerful Bombs : Destination of every martyr is PEACE No war now, No war now……… (Translated by R.P.Chaddah)