Hiroshima Speaks…

Hiroshima Speaks... long poem

Uploaded by Dr.Indu Nautiyal

That’s the name I am known by
Sure , you know me too
As do most of the people
Across the globe
Though for reasons not so good

And why I wish to address the world today ?
It is to remind you all
Of the blackest day
In the history of mankind

It was on this day that I was made victim
Of the most lethal weapon of war
Ever invented by human brain
And tried on civil population

The ”Little Boy ” sent to scare me
Was, in fact, the deadliest agent of death
The cruellest carrier of catastrophe
The ugliest face of human character

The mushroom shaped monster
Flashed suddenly in the clear blue sky
Eclipsing even the sun with a dazzle
That was never seen anywhere before

And descended down as a devil
Churning foam of smoke and fire
Raining dirt and dust and soot
Carrying radio active particles

That engulfed the earth and sky
Sparing none and nothing on way
Human beings, animals , gardens
Hospitals and homes and schools
And even the places of worship

The fine morning that was going to be
The beginning of a good normal day
Was suddenly turned into a dreadful night
Of endless woes and sufferings !

Decades have since passed and slipped
Into the dark lanes of history
But the spectre of that collosal disaster
Still, haunts me with its horrible memories

But strange though it may sound
I wish they are never forgotten
And ever remembered as valuable lessons
Learnt from the blunders of past

And so I have got them duly preserved
On the monuments and museums and parks
To tell and re tell the stories of horror
The world never ought to forget

Hoping they will help to motivate you
To join hands with one another
And strive honestly for lasting peace
To prevail in the world every where

And ensure that angels of peace
Outnumber the war mongers
And never again on this planet
Another Hiroshima is made to suffer !

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Dr.Indu Nautiyal

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I have been a teacher for about four decades ,but even more than that , a student and learner all along --literature being my favourite subject with special love for poetry , a trait I seem to have inherited from my father,who was a very good poet ,it was he that instilled in me a deep love for poetry early in childhood . Starting as a science student ,I shifted to literature after graduation and and worked on Emily Dickinson's poetry for Doctoral degree. I don't claim to be a poet ,but do admit my inherent love for poetic utterances as and when I find them and sometimes feel inspired to give vent to my own emotions in words that seem to convey them .Honestly it happens quite effortlessly and also leaves me with an immense satisfaction .If it can be termed poetry ,all the more rewarding. .
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