Monday, June 14, 2010

To the Hands Destroying the Wall of the City of Berlin

Revenge creates curtains of interruption,
Bitterness wishes to divide love
with the bricks of hostility.
Is the story really not decent
In which the hearts blossom like lotuses?
The black thoughts of people
Fall like leaves in autumn
May the soft breeze of friendliness give warmth.
May the light spread
From the torch of ‘The Statue of Liberty’
May this darkness of wrath vanish.
O’ Hands! Blow the wall!
Break the wall!
May your blows become softer and cooler than sandal-paste
The nails from the crucified body
of Jesus Christ
have pulled out.
Virgin Mary
wipes her tears.
May the harmony of the people
of East Germany and West Germany
become a great quantity of love.
May the two pieces of a single heart
be united for ever.

                              HARSHDEV MADHAV

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