The Clouds And The Child Poem by Thampi KEE
The Clouds And The Child
Here we find patches of a war
mind of a fallen bricks
wings of a sea
muse of a inborn child
bow our passion for a war
your burning hair are fallen
and smiling teeth of a war
mute of a song
but hot waves of sun
bleeding hair of a mirror
and you open your window
But not open the door baby
you may miss your passion for the war
you wish to fight and you kiss the gun
That river is again black
I wish to see the fight in news
a bleeding sight of a mirror
loving song of a mother
Not you want to sight of a dream
The hell
Blood dripping sight of a war
Not make it a dream baby
you may want to fight for your mother
Not make it a dream baby you may want to fight for your mother................................beautiful write kee...nicely presented.....
really a poignant poem.........a good presentation of war.....thanks KEE
The clouds and the child, nice story highlighted in penned lines. Keep on writing. Nice job.
Wow, a fantastic dedication to your cute baby. Very true said, its a bad sight for the baby. The gun knows only to fire, it will not see unborn child nor the expecting mother. It will just kill who ever comes on its way. Such cruel is the war. How may unborn babies might have been killed in the war. its really a pathetic condition ever to be witnessed. Fantastic presentation. Loved reading it.
Oh, this is fantastic Kee! I saw it only now! But the sight of a war I don't think is a pleasing sight!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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It's a pretty poem. I loved it.