English Poetry by Madhab Chandra Jena

The city of War

The city is full of false choreographers.
 
The kerosene lamps, hungers
 
and the choppers.
 
War for existence everywhere.
 
Nobody bothers for the bloodbath.
 
You cannot fight with the pen.
 
Don’t you know?
 
Pen is painful and the bullet is painless.
 
Let’s fight with each other and die forever.
 
Lets end the war lets end the war.