Diplomatic Eloquence

by Pijush Kanti Deb

The angry fields are calm and empty-
rebels are now quite spontaneous,                    
maybe, compelled and enchanted too
to take a shelter blissfully inside
the strong clutches of the superiors.

Let’s feel, the magic of diplomatic eloquence-
as in the previous scene,
roaring- verbal or of arms,
chased to tarnish retaliation,
warned against unfavourable unity
and marched to trample the raising heads,
amazingly all additions were equal to zero.

Fire, nevertheless, was alive
lying under the blanket of ashes.
A set of intellectuals and updated brains
combined together dumping the arms,
hours of whispering and counter – whispering
gave birth to an effective plan to produce
‘’Sweet Knife’’ –polished by enchanting eloquence
and sharpened by all the goodness of
gifts, rewards and awards.

Look, with in a moment, all toddling steps
join in a procession on the straight street
leading to the clutches of the muscular hands,
getting cut their throats of rebellion
with neither a wail, nor a repentance in
surrendering their future to the eloquent present.