He blew a bomb,
There was an endless sob.
He charged his sword,
No more was a peaceful world.
He uttered enough slang,
From the world he received slaps.
To the core, he was a conceit,
The world was under his feet.
Blood for blood-
Often his sins returned.
And began the long reflection,
He was slowly into a transformation.
And no more was his life a vengeance,
His life was full of fragrance.
He played an amorous tune,
To every heart it brought lore.
A war upon man is a curse,
No injurious thought, let us nurse.
Man is but blasting bombs,
He is preparing countless tombs.
the last two lines sums up the concept very well...war seems the most idiotic thing man still continues with...all his scientific inventions take him to make more tombs...man should first invent his 'human'...10
A war upon man is a curse, No injurious thought, let us nurse. Man is but blasting bombs, He is preparing countless tombs. ------ War is the ancient art which no one wins...countless tombs that only reminds us of the fragmets of war and reat is history.........................10
a war of words and bombs.nicely rhymed. but situation so well brought our. voted10 surya
Wonderful abstract poem, very well written. Indeed, the crime changes irreversibly the human being. The message of the poem is very strong and very obvious.We should fight for a better world and for a more beautiful life by peaceful methods. Thank you for sharing. 10++++++++++
A strong message here, Ravi.thanks for this wonderful thought.This is very interesting
What a clear message it is, if we all harbour love and peace in our minds, there is bound to be heaven.
war upon man is a curse, No injurious thought, let us nurse. love this piece at all nice luwi
An apt title 'Bombs and Tombs' as man is putting himself in a grave of idiocy. I particularly liked how there was a transformation of the curse and we must believe in peace. A philosophical poem with a strong message for humanity. 10 love Karin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
evil can be so cold! ! while a pure heart is so warm... pro and con.....my heart guides me to the light... for eternal peace....and i can see the light GUIDES YOU TO! ! GREAT Poem 10SSSSSSSSSS