The Lost Poetry of Sikh Poet Nunihal Singh Layal: H-Bomb

(Editor’s Note: This is part of an ongoing series to preserve on the Internet the “lost” poetry of Nunihal Singh Layal, the “Tradesman Poet,” who I met in New Delhi in 1974. Some poems contain his original introductions. I have a self-published book of his that is disintegrating and falling apart and over the next year or two I will run and preserve all of his poetry here. Joe Gandelman)

H-Bomb
by Nunihal Singh Layal

H-Bomb is the outcome of mutual distrust, doubt, and suspicion between the Big Powers of the world. Their desire to dominate the globe, ambition to be an un-paralell power, has caused them to perfect this infernal thing. Sugar-coated words and policies cannot achieve peace.

Nations are thinking in terms of destructions,
In fear and doubts, in harmful productions,
Busy in scheming life-killing inventions,
and dream even never of live giving inventions.

Well-to-do nations hanker for power,
To dominate the world, they dream every hour,
Atom, H. Bomb is the outcome of this desire,
Otherwise, such harmful objects were never wanted and required.

Gospel of peace is on paper and tongue,
While cold war runs in limbs and lungs,
Wine of fear and hate has nations drunk,
slogan of war are shouted by beat of drums.