Lives were rattled in a moment,
Only devastation and devastation! ! ! !
The empire of death and destruction,
Deaths, blood, wounded and Hunger! ! !
Crying, wailing but no solace.
The hunger, the sweat, the cries,
Trying to beat – the death and time.
Wounded hands – assisting wounded;
Broken back, legs and hands,
Struggling to re-start – once again.
Disheveled hairs, malodorous bodies,
Yet from sunrise to moon rise,
Struggling between life or no life;
Even stars hide and refuse to shine for them,
Only silence of dark and death – their dreams.
They need love, care and blessings,
But media, NGOs, activists, all jostle;
Like butchers, scrap dealers or grave diggers;
Heaven does not smile nor hunger stop;
Death and death all the way and day, and keeps smile at bay…..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem