Everywhere we see the glaring images of people groaning in pain, incessant scenes of confusion, bloodshed, personal tragedy of families and so on. ...
A view of greenery,
The silence of nature,
But there is nothing “Natural” about this scene.
Instead of chirping,
All we hear is the hissing of the burning tyres.
It is a scene after a serial blast.
As time progresses we can hear the lower tones
Of humans moaning out of pain.
It is a scene of death.
A murder of human spirit.
A murder of humanity.
A murder of the democratic spirit;
Anything-aspiring equality;
Anything inspiring truth;
Or striking the soul for a change:
Why is violence sought out?
Why is it seen as the means to attaining Equality?
Is “Bloodshed” the means to a fair end?
Why is the act of disillusioned humans regarded as ‘glory’ by groups?
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Hru...? (hope you remember me) I'm happy that i stumbled upon your blog. Read a few posts. Wonderful. I liked the poem THE PERPETUAL CRUSADE
“Existence” will cease to be;
At the end of this glorious war!
beautiful lines...i never knew the poetess in you :) also liked THE SOLITARY WINNER.
i just started to blog (i know u will be surprised :)). visit mine(you will:)).
Take care,
Keep blogging,
mani