The Whale of a Gift for Peace
THE WHALE OF A GIFT FOR PEACE
U.S.A. and U.S.S.R., the two super powers,
In constant fear of nuclear showers,
Have dutifully held many a table-talk,
Which oft' ended in a mere dead-lock.
Man, though highly civilized he is,
Is still in his secure cocoon-a chrysalis—
The dark fear of his emerging foes,
Out-weighs his urge to metamorphose.
Whales caught under the cold-sea off-shore,
Plucked at the heart-strings of man-kind galore—
To save the panting whales from extinction,
American submarines arrived at the destination.
The launch of a frantic operation by U.S.A.,
To ward the whales off from going astray,
Drew U.S.S.R. too, from behind the curtain,
To join hands and save them, certain.
With knitted vision, in concentration,
The operation was in contemplation;
The POWERS summoned all their powers,
And employed them to unleash the thick ice covers.
Ah! The large crust of ice is broken!
There opens an arena for ventilation;
The whales clamour for a bout of fresh air,
And man is enraptured with his loving care.
Ah! The large crust of ice is broken!
There opens an arena for ventilation!
The world breathes a bout of fresh air,
As dawns a ray of mankind's amity, with this affair.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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