Beautiful Mansion - a Poem

Beautiful Mansion

By Mahbubul Karim (Sohel)
December 31, 2006

O' Beautiful Mansion
glistened, moistened
under the elongated rainbow
afar waves of sea
floating seagulls, running beach goers
and tottering babies, whistling children
romantic men and women
in camouflaged melodrama
under meaningful umbrella
noosed in the ground
like a convicted hangman

O' Beautiful Mansion
windows made of sparkling glass
came from a third world nation
where only a few could afford sturdy homes,
only the rulers live in mansion like thee
the rest dwell in slums, huts made of straws or muds
children born, children dies
no register, no fanfare statistics

O' Beautiful Mansion
colorful rainbow over neatly trimmed trees
spluttering water drenching budding grass
one or two gardeners can be seen
planting seeds, mowing overgrown bushes
here and there scattering weeds, undesirables
plucked and cut in swift precision
Tis the season of fresh air
Tis the season of new beginning

O' Beautiful Mansion
away from dim lighted nightmare at dawn
where ghoulish scene of murder streamed from
into our dumbed down television screens or liquid crystals, endless times
as if it wasn't enough showing gassed and bombed body parts
of disfigured romantic men and women, babies and children
from another place, another world
where blood vengeance replaces glowing rainbow