Crossing elegant Victoria railway station
She reaches for her ringing mobile phone:
Young and yet without an ounce of fear,
Still moving onward as it sings its signal.
She answers, smiling with sincere delight-
And who is to tell its not her father calling,
Just to say hello and ask if she’s alright.
A strict security warning mars the morning,
Insinuating the existence of an evil enemy
Who indiscriminately maim and cruelly kill,
Like the madmen did in the city of Madrid.
Premonition ...lunatics make a difference …a catastrophe…bereavement heart breaking When will come to a halt? O’ Poet can you answer it? …I’m looking for peace …am I not entitled to get it? Why then civilized we’re…? 10/10 Ms. Nivedita UK
enough sweet and meaningful poem is this one..enjoyed it alot..lovely...
This is a new kind of war, the victims can be anywhere... the madness of our time...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very concerned writing and the flow is so smooth that the word slip right off ones lips. Good job, Matt.