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Thampi KEE (1983-9-12 / kerala India)
stop this drink
War again started in this
Starry night…..
When yellow snow
fall on our window....
Dark hair fall on this pillow
Stop my baby
Peep this window
Stop my darling
Keep the door open for run....
A bloodstained man run for life…
Stop my baby stop this drink
Keep my breast free for run…
A bloodstained fight
Not care
how you cry and plead.....
Child you made seed on sin
Born for this
A war not far, man and man
A war you and she …..
a war between the man and the her
There is a war between
that ones who say there is not a war
Keep the door open for a run
A bloodstained man come for life…
Stop my baby stop this drink
Keep my breast free for run…
A bloodstained fight
Not care how you cry and plead
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This is a brilliantly forgrounded poem, in cummings lines
well thought and well penned........keep it up! !
yes...blood stained horrendous crimes over ethnic racial religion based fights follow you vehemently with vengeance all over the world...killings...the ensuing rapes...well, the womanhood and childhood have no other option but to run for their lives universally...
thampi, ( meaning a younger brother in south indian vernacular) you are really a wise big brother in your deep in sight...
Good poemThampi... its just like you are saying 'Peace Not War! ' worth the 10.
Kee.
this was beautiful
not in the sence of war.
but that this is your passion.
to write of this. to tell how horrible it is.
and you are going well.
i guess every person takes poems differently.
this was a lovely one.
hai kee,
i can hear ur cry for world peace...a small effort sometimes will result more...hope this world will change....
Wow. This poem crys of a war.