The world speaks

I am the world,

A prosaic plot.

While rhymes, as I speak

or write in your hearts

could go groping for words

Let me see if my thoughts

That seek energies from your beats

would be legible enough.

My leaves and my grasses tremble in fear

Shivering foams whisper

Scared, wonder

Will at all

The visible divides from the minds

disappear?

I wish I were a little coddled.

Without skirmish, feuds of bruises, scratches

Human beings, the most intelligent

Hurting me with powerful weapons

Powerless, weak, primitive still

They appear rough.

I wish

They sat together

Anywhere

On the mountains, hilltops,

rivers, oceans

And discussed...

How to function without weapons

The reason to fight in the jungles

Is so strong, stubborn

But today!

Of what use are they

I am theirs, all theirs, anyway

I will be there, as it were,

All along, all the way!

Silly,

To focus willy-nilly

Outside of me

Sorry, I am plenty

To their urge for poverty

I can never gift them scarcity.

(The look shifts...pouring with affection... the dawn breaks...with brooks, waves and dewdrops, the world now directly talks)

Americas, Europe, Africa, Asia, Australia, Oceania

You divided me first into continents

Then into countries, cities

Regions, languages, religions, dogmas, faiths

With each divide you still host and adorn,

A weapon is reborn

Its reflection comes to you

in various types and forms.

How many weapons would you have right now? Right here!

Do you have any account, any number?

From your indulgent slumber,

Won’t you ever wake up, my dears!

In the factories where they are produced

Invent something else that will not abuse

Me, my worth and my wealth

I wish you happiness, peace and health.

I want rich countries to remain rich,

Let wealth for the poor come within their reach...

How

This is what!

This is what you need to think and engage

I am abundant and endless

Think anew; think afresh,

for my sake, for my sake!

You worship gods, but devils you hold dear

Whom you respect you keep afar

Whom you follow, you yourselves dread and fear.

Take my word

Look at me, please

I am the only visible boon from your God.

Weapons are countless, a weeping stock

Built, invented with honesty and sincerity to kill

Drop those objects in my oceans.

Or better still

With all of them,

You can build a country

A new skill, it’s a new skill!

The slaughter pieces will shelter

A memento, will it be, a reminder.

Build it with the same vim and vigour

An iron place

for the tired and the fatigued in them

Don’t know if I’m planting a seed here,

Speaking to you,

or just writing a poem.

I plant this thought – to function weapon-less

Yes, weapon-less

Our only pride, only growth

True mark of progress

To be able to function weapon-less

It is possible, it is time now, give me your word

Try it for a change, in medias res

I am all you have, focus!

I am your world.

(The look shifts...affection unbound... the world now speaks, all around...)

Let them

Let them look at the shivering leaves and grasses

The whispering foams trembling on the beaches

Released, unafraid

Let them look!

They are my new goose bumps

On thinking how pampered will I be!

When on this very stage, at long last

A new drama will begin

Through the winsome heartbeats!

A world anthem will sing

When weapons and guns

Would belong to the past

They’d cease to be used in me