Classic Poem

When the enemies surrounded their house,
their guns were sleeping tight pouring oil
into their noses.

When their mothers, sisters, wives and daughters were getting
raped together on the same bed,
their guns were sleeping tight like Kumbhakarna.*

At last when they were attacked and felling them on the ground
they were being slaughtered like bulls,
still their guns were into deep sleep.

Someone coming to them said, 'Brethren,
kindly awake your guns now.'
They, setting hands on his mouth, said,
'By God, never utter such a word
and let the guns sleep peacefully which way they are sleeping
and we want to see them sleeping even after the doomsday,
to see that no one has come break their innocent sleep.'


* a mythical monster who slept six months at a stretch