Narendra Kuppan

Rookie - 31 Points (28.12.1986 / Bangalore)

Just Few Diameters - Poem by Narendra Kuppan

Place as Became Grey and Grave
With Huge Ashes Blown by Wind, taken away by water in Rain
A Bomb was Blasted which made the Place as House of Slaughter
Many things are Scattered, Many lay Fatal.
A Blast in Europe, Makes People in Asia Cry
For there Brothers, Sisters, Children’s once who had flied.
A Blast in US Makes Indians Cry
Waiting for there Children, Once who had flied to get some thing best
But there Bodies Reaching Back, Which is in Complete Rest
Need for Cartel, Makes Human to Battle
Making there life Futile
Its not about who as Won, It’s all about how many Lives as Gone
The Bomb is Just Few Diameter,
But blasting it spreads Grief thousand and Thousand of Kilo Meter.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 5, 2010

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 26, 2011


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