Crying Is A Pretty Relief To Me - Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

Sometimes, For a reason or For a sudden occasion, I start crying like a kid For the loss of a dear one or A sad death of one's conscience, I cry for the orphans whose dads Got perished for no reason other than For a trivial one, I cry for those women who got butchered By an ugly knife for no reason, I cry for those innocent kids who were Butchered brutally by cowards, I cry for any innocent soul got killed or Butchered by a heartless maniac, I cry for the houses that leveled to earth By an ugly and mean ignorant, I cry on these days that made the knife In a coward's hand cuts, I cry for sufferings and for tortures of Those people who got perished and got butchered For a crazy and ugly reason, Alas! I can cry, I can not stop crying and I will not stop crying Because I have a reason, I am a human being whose feelings and emotions Are not made of stainless steel or made of stones, Alas! I feel deeply I am suffering in every cell in me, but Nobody cares, so I will not stop crying.

Topic(s) of this poem: sad

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 2, 2014

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