Candle In The Sun Poem by Reshma Ramesh
Candle In The Sun
She limped at the gates,
' Who goes there? '
Said I, voice clear and loud
'Mother earth' muttered
The hag in brown,
Beyond death and rotten
Was her flesh,
'Such excruciation!
Who did this to you? '
whimpered I,
'My children, ' said she.
With meaningful glances
I hurried her around,
pulled her veil down,
contused nouns,
She squats on the floor,
Drifts off to gnided dreams,
Beyond repair is the womb
that sleeps in the
pregnant souffle.
Her broken head on my lap,
Drops of water on her lips,
I poured from my sterilized
hand, 'Please' she prays,
'Ask my children not to burn me,
for they know not they
burn themselves,
they know not, they can
never be the candle in the sun.'
Between the creases I saw
an angel, who was once beautiful,
As she eased on my lap,
My soul mourned for the
innocence lost, beauty branded.
Her children, you and me,
Can you hear her plea?
That was beautiful my friend and a lesson to us all thnk you my new found friend Chris 10 +++
this is heart wrenching, mother earth desecrated by her own- what can be more tragic- lovely wrire.10 happy new year Mamta
earth is getting sabotaged beyond repair....something has to be done before it is too late...a timely write!
Imaginative and creative, Mother Earth concerns us all, very well written....10
Hi, Words are undulating while depicting the chapter. As mother earth shares with full beat. nice to read.10*** I welcome you to my page. Happy New Year
Very nice personification, , reshma you write well, , a 10
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 12:36:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
very nice poem that catches the title well, good piece :)