O Olympus, get your gate open
We 're at your gate Olympus, get it open.
Throat chocked, tongue shrivelled
Stand unmoved as stonny pillers,
A team of lads and lasses with their mothers Bewildered. With tearless fear they beheld
Their fathers're shot at, fallen down trembling
With blood dilapidated. Dark, Dark, Dark !
They too fell as if they're lopped of saplings,
And fell into a swoon.
Soon the great war was over.
The warriors disappeared. A volly of gunfire,
A bizarre sound of laughter echoed long --
Through the woods and mounds !
The sun set blood-red, the moon lurked
frightened, the silence of serenity descended.
O listen my brethren, do not run afar,
Here, here is the Olympus, we yearn for,
More tranquil, deserted, lifeless and gloom,
A soothing dark veil in the valley tintless,
And quieter than the doom.
Dulal Chandra Bandyopadhyay
April 24, 2024
Bangalore.
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