The Third Desire - City of Peace

Two hours ago, when I got some brain fevers ,
My third desire, peeped through the window,
from the city of peace, where it born
And told it is much more beautiful place,
Than the city of kubla khan,
I tried to have a glance, with a glitter in my eyes, my weak hands hold the windows
When my first desire, from a sack of coin, shouted ,
Window panes will cut my fingers,
I looked, my second desire was watching my red hands,
Sittings comfortably in an AC room, enjoying delicacies,
People from Kashmir and Jaffana, from Gaza and Yaman , from Iraq and Kabul ,
From Tibet and Hongkong,
From Tiananmen square and Jaliyanwala bagh,
From Vietnam and Congo,
Gathered their red hands around mine,
With a greed in eyes for my third desire,
Two kids, little different from ordinary ones, from Hiroshima and Nagaaaaki
Put hands around my neck and whispered
Can u give this third desire to our forefathers,
My weak and pale lips only tried to smile, in affirmative
They give me little strength to walk for this unknown city,
Alexander the great, and Nepolean,and Hitler,
Changez Khan, Aurngjeb and Scethian horse riders
The East India Company, the Capitalism, and the Mighty British empire,
Where Sun never Sets,
stopped our way and charged us,
Put this desire in chains,
The third is not a desire,
It is a sin, a betrayal,
A question on kingship and empirilism,
On wars and victories,
On social system and tradition,
Nobels blamed that it is a conspirancy against peace prize,
If cities of peace exist,
The peace prizes become worthless,
United Nations where five countries are decision makers
came forward and said
It is right of UN court to
Trial the case,
Past can not trial present
Communist feel its American conspiracy,
they threatened to use Veeto against any such city,
American thought that it might be a branch of communism or
A conspiracy of Taliban's
Taliban's on the other hand ordered a zehad against this city
Islamic States wants to beheads this city,
Some Indian political parties wish to copy this Desire
To grab the more poor votes
Where people are still waiting for roads, electricity, water and the toilets,
Religion, the most powerful tool
A peaceful name on whom most blood is shed on soil,
Which has the power to divide the nations,
Felt terror to its existence,
It is a myth, a wish of Satan,
Execute this before it flourish,
Democracy described it as city of anarchy,
One arrow, one sword, one bullet and one bomb,
Where is that city? Wounded eyes searched,,
The earth beneath this wounded desire turned red
A city more beautiful than the city of Kubla Khan ......
Please tell .............

Reviews

[George Peck]

I love the images you put into my head as if I was there and in the persons shoes, great details, wonderful story even with the sad truths behind it all your words make everything come alive so a person can live throw this experience. Thank you for sharing. I love it.

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thank you so much dear friend

[TheShadowsWithin]

I found a few grammar mistakes, but other than that, this poem put images, some beautiful and some sad into my mind. I had to read it a few times to make sense of it, but it was still wonderful.

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thank you so much

[Solar]

and yet, painful as it is until man evolves , war and strife are an ugly part of the process [as noted by Heraclitus ], under pressure and pain a greater nobility arises.

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thanks a lot for reading and reviewing

[Solar]

You are welcome - mutual reviews and reading helps the writing process, I think.

[Avinash]

A wonderful write Hardeep. Probably pain does something to all of us. Either it makes our hearts bitter or it creates a big pond filled of tears where everyone can wash their own sorrow.

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thank you so much Avinash bhai

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thank you so much Avinash bhai

[Sami Khalil]

You shared the history of some great truthful realities of the powers that be and how they divide us to rule us and then spread wars and colonization of other people. We have to take ques from the great city of harmony and equality you have described. Then the Nobel peace prize or prizes have been given to the wrong people who did not do any such...An excellent write...:)......

[Vishuddha]

Violence is our way. It rules our world now and throughout time. Words are wiser than wars but we have many warriors and few poets.

[hardeep sabharwal]

Yes, you have very aptly said, thanks a lot.

[R Smith]

a stunning write Hardeep, you filled in every dictator and war from centuries gone by, certainly you took it all apart to find Kubla Khan from ancient to modern warfare and religion is bound up in this too, the greed for power and money has ruined the world down through the years and still now we continue to see more atrocity on the streets of all cities, where is the beautiful city of Kubla Khan, it may be our last hope of peace :)

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thank you so much sir, thank you for liking

[Pushkar Prabhat]

this is BRILLIANT!!!!
extremerly well written.......profound.........
i have no words.......stunned.
masterstroke..........
i loved it!!!
:)

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thanks a lot Pushkar, much appreciated

[Pushkar Prabhat]

you are welcome!!!! :) :)

[Ana B.]

Stunning poetry and a wonderful imaginery :)

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thank you so much

[Marie Anzalone]

So much anger, seething, searching for purchase in places where such seeds are sown. The burden of blame, of unresolved shame, hangs like a lead balloon. There is hope here, too, but what strikes me is the loss of faith. Cities of peace do exist; they do not make headlines. But them how does one sleep, knowing that others lack? We send our very best, our modern day knights, in to do th ework of 20, and blame them, not the bitterness of the human heart, when even th estrongest light cannot quell the dark tides. One has to hope- amidst this madness, the hope of an individual still stands like a beacon. Like Kubla-Khan. Great weaving of modern and ancient history here. Of only we could learn. Would learn.

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thank you so much Marie, Hope is life and life is nothing without life, and I feel hopes for the cities of peace will never fade