An Overpronounced War Poem by Pankhuri Sinha
An Overpronounced War
An overpronounced war,
In all things,
Especially in understanding them,
Questions of status,
And a larger than life competition of who can do what?
Each day,
Each morning,
Each evening,
After nightfall.
Keeping you awake,
With constant allegations,
Of undone job.
Constant worries,
Of problem making,
A Needless war.
Thursday, November 8, 2012
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Reflections on all war going all over the world, and the ways in which it affects all civilian life, in cosmopolitan places
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