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Ode To Mr Alfred Bernard Nobel (15/08/1999)

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O- Alfred Bernard Nobel, my dear dynamite inventor,

For Himalayan progress, you were the real mentor,

Into men's mind, if devilish ideas very cruelly enter,

Let not guilty conscience chase you like a hunter.


Before your most honorable cemetery,

I stand sadly not to indulge in flattery,

Nobel Prize isn't a mere lucky lottery,

But, a lamp with inexhaustible battery.


You proved your brain's great might,

By your new invention called dynamite,

You toiled extremely hard day and night,

And, at last, grandly won your foresight.


Genius T A Edison might have commented,

"To kill nothing at all I so far have invented,"

If he is living now, he would have repented,

Over his inventions,he would have resented.


Motion picture shows sheer sex and violence,

Destroying minds that fully erase innocence,

Because of artificially made light's presence,

People don't show Sun God proper reverence.


Phone, plane, TV, Radio, Train or car,

Might have made the inventor a star,

They also create in mind indelible scar,

Beings wage among themselves a war.


To invent, an inventor very carefully muses,

But, man badly abuses and severely misuses,

He offers via words too many useless excuses,

The inventor's heart, his conscience accuses.


Man indulges in catastrophic destruction,

He violates every peaceful instruction,

Nobel's dynamite helps in construction,

I tell this to his soul with deep affection.


Mountains can be tunneled by dynamite,

Well can be dug for water to come to sight,

O- Alfred Nobel- You had what an insight!,

To sleep peacefully, to you, I lovingly write.


Think of the position of the Lord of death,

Every second He kills beings on this earth,

He does his duty with or without any mirth?

Happens through labor pains alone birth.


To everyone, thoughts bud,

Some are noble, some crooked,

All are in search of daily bread,

All get laid in the death-bed.

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