It's icky to be in that arena
Blood bath that harmonized
In a corner a corpse lie without sense
A bud that not flourished
A toddler on a mourning lap
Tears that speak her disaster
Fission much wider than a bomb
From the mothers heart
Who is there to wipe out those tears?
Innocence that burn in terrorism
A corpse without sense organs
Wrapped with woolen cloth
He never involved in the plot
Yet a prey of the violence
Words won't cutoff her pain
Money won't wipe out her tears
It's from a mother's heart
Terrorism will not deliver a child
But it eradicate numerous lives
It's the fission of a mother's heart
Those tears will fuse at once
There in that explosion world will perish
Sinner will burn
Virtue of numerous mothers'…..
©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved.
I am sure the death of the innocents in Gaza must be the immediate provocation to write this! Buds are nipped in the bud itself.... How can a mother bear to see her child's bundled body wrapped in a shroud.? A touching write Salini
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very poignant piece penned in the context of Palestine war............feelings very well expressed and very touching..........I loved it