WAILING TIGRISS

Tigriss wailing, My valient Son

Where you are Saddam My Son?



He stood on the scaffold

Raised his head and was bold

Then the gale rose and swept

The Mother Tigriss wept

"Saddam my Son come,sit on my lap"

The flame flickered in his eyes

The shame shook the imperialist

His last breath hoavered over

It is fast wrath suffered ever.

No holy dip wash out their sin

Hasn't learned lessons from

The burned 'TOWER' of their harm

Tears rolled down from the sobbing heart

Mourning for the 'never returned' ,hurt

Not even shadowy 'Bush'

What a burning desert of anguish

Did he say 'I will return'

Then it will be his turn

With bleeding heart, pleaded to his men

'Punish him for all his misdeeds and sin'

In heaven GOD knows history

And exposes his story

But until then you have gon far

The peace loving world roars No War!

Where you bury the seeds of wrath?

Reap hatred and sin aftermath

Can't smell the stech in you

That you search; out of view

Built castles on corpse

And learn no lesson you lapse

Dig your grave and bury

Your sin from head to sole

But it was too late ,hurry!

To save yourself from vice like grip of soul

Can't hear the cry for help It is you

End of your life and few,

Hope for new sun rise

S

TAGORE A VERSATILE GENEIUS

Tagore is really a wonder to the world . He is having the credit to write The N ational Anthem of two countries; of INDIA and BANGLADESH ,JANA GANA MANA and AMAR SONA BANGLA respectively.TAGORE'S GITANJALI or' SONG OFFERINGS '; which he had translated from Bengali to English earned him world-wide acclaim.He was awarded Noble Prize in 1913.He had painted more than 3000 paintigs and exhibited in Germany.Several poems ,Novels,Stories and literary articles flowed from his pen.He was a Nationalist at the core .Nature always hounted him and was the inspiration for his most of the work, especially GITANJALI.