When the sun hides
The time has stopped
For the reverse of life
To arise from their slumber
For the feast has begun
The art of massacre has started
The land filled with fear
Shriek of mortals tremor
Thou shall remember them
The smell of crimson life
The view of the scarlet sky
For them to encrypt within thee
The bridge has parted
Freedom is no more
As the innocence begs
For the sun to shine once more
Beautiful poem.. Very true said, How the life would be without sunshine. Beautiful lines... The bridge has parted Freedom is no more As the innocence begs For the sun to shine once more.......Thanks for sharing. Keep writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great imagery and great words agreed with Geetha, i love the last stanza too thanks for sharing