It Is Violence. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
It Is Violence.
Humans we are intelligent
Tries our best to make life happy
Unfortunate, sometimes all thwarted
By violence, and destruction rampant
Like green wood is burned with rotten
The innocent humans losses their own
Self, property, dear ones and all
Oh! world why cry in such a deep emotion
It will understand the consequences
Violence, that makes us so sad enough.
Wednesday, July 20, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: violence
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
It makes unhappy to all.
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