! Wars Poem by Rafique Farooqi
! Wars
I drift down,
when i listen utterances,
reverberating in my mind,
these are not melodies,
but dances of hunger and sickness,
over the broken crusts of earth,
In downtowns on real grounds.
where sky burns and ashes,
soar in hurricane winds.
where breeze does not mean,
and fires of war rain with blood,
and clouds of dark smokes,
and cannon rumbles shake the hearts,
Where life is deeper than graves,
and death may give it up,
embracing the tragic,
Can man find himself?
with wavering wisdom,
gripping necks with shaking hands,
with suffered tolerance,
In house of fantasies.
with open eyes,
and buried dreams,
and fires of war rain with blood, and clouds of dark smokes, and cannon rumbles shake the hearts, Where life is deeper than graves, ......war brings destruction and misery... it is simply a holocaustthere after... great plight and loss of humanity....10 beautiful piece of writing...
wow what a splendid written poem here my friend...meaningful one...i loved your last 3 lines...stunning ending made! ! !
'but dances of hunger and sickness' what a description, I totally agree with you. You've made a great use of vivid descriptive language, you managed to visualize the scene for your reader, I strongly felt each anf every word, you've touched my soul, I guess with everything going on around us, we can all relate to your poem, if it's not a real war, then it's mental. Well done, that was perfection
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/22/2024 4:27:44 AM # 1.0.0.1119
ya, , ur piece is really expressing the true acts of war, , , this is happening all thru the earth....i quote these lines...' 'gripping necks with shaking hands, with suffered tolerance, In house of fantasies. with open eyes, and buried dreams, ''...the words or the poetic words u used in this piece are constructive and it fits the theme...