She was weeping,her wails drown
the thunder,sweeping accros
the city streets,at a loss..
Three,two,one,the countdown
to an end,the sight of her son,
lying in a pool of blood,
conscious faces gaze and sigh...
Thirteen nights before,his first birthday
Gifts of chilled memories showered today
Frozen,she picks his severed arms
and flungs it towards the thousand germs,
gathered around the gory sight,
Sirens blare,red everywere,
but the resurrection still awaits...
Than he picks himself up,
watches his mother cry,he
feels her hand,but numb is her head,
Comes to me,I wipe his tears
We fly to a distant land
of white doves and a golden hand,
all the time praying,
give peace a chance....
P.S:-This poem is dedicated to the people who lost their lives in the recent Assam serial blasts..RIP...readers are welcome to post their valuable comments...
6 comments:
a very soulful creation by the robot man,really man u hav put the pain of people on the piece of paper.its really very hard for me to write anything else....may all those who hav lost their lives in the bomb blast RIP.....
heart bound poem..so petrifying...so touching...i can already feel their pain..
..a gud effort by any standards..kind of reminded me of the video footage..
dude, i can tell you are very good with this. ...very painful, reflects the pain i feel when i think about this. RIP
wat a touching poem.... cant belive hw well u cn put such feelings on paper in such few words.... its jst mind blowin.... may al da victims rest in peace....
you write so good..u realy rock...
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