Is this now a paradise lostTo an ancient contention?A clanging of frozen willsWhere all is lost and nothing won?Relentless crones in safe enclavesSend nubile angels to warAgainst an uncaring distant stateThat seems light years a far.Spots of blood on haunted streetsInvite the lurking vulture;Windows barred in dread and shameProtect a beleaguered culture.Faces pelleted with holesAre stoic in hopeless time;Flesh and bone come apartBut spirits scream a defiant rhyme.Love, trust, and covenantSeem powerless to leapThe contest for ownershipEven if the price be fatally steep,Lake and stream, Chinar and blossomAll sing a dirge as thoughThe Paradise belonged wholly nowTo the elegy of the weeping willow.
Badri Raina