My world is lovable
like yours
yet I have no arguments
To justify that
You are insane
and treacherous
when you bomb my kids
And blast my dreams
I am not complaining
To you
or anybody
I know
You are riding a difficult horse
For reasons other than pleasure
Or service
I know you are there
Like always
I also know
Pablo Neruda is not dead
Neither in Iraq
Nor in America
or where silence reigns
like a pre-historic landscape
of all
and nobody
Bhartendu Second
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/difficult-times/
