Clouds
In November
They just turn into grief
And pour upon you.
And the road to your nest
And to your heart
Is washed away.
Clouds
They hide everything vile on earth.
Dare not open their hearts
Lest the stain of blood will show.
No one is innocent until proved guilty.
In Lakhimpur, Nellai*
Anywhere
The road in the middle of nowhere
Starts nowhere, ends nowhere.
It is just washed away.
Just washed away.
*Thirunelveli
The poem haunts the senses of the readers. A road in the middle of nowhere is the sum up of all the happenings on that fateful day. Brilliant poem.
May my November sins be washed away! Your poem inspired introspection! Thank you!
Poet Amber Piercy has added this poem to her favourites. Gratitude
I am quite pleased to read your words, dear poet. Thank You.
You stated the words, you expressed your concern. We sympathise with what you say, but will humans ever learn.
Most thankful to you sir, for reading and sharing your thoughts
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sad and haunting write of dark days and a road in the middle of nowhere as we all stand in this road with no end and no beginning, just lost in the dark days that come our way! Brilliant write!
Thank you Hazel for the beautiful comments. Faced with extreme human tragedy, man finds himself lost on the road in the middle of nowhere! Hazel Thank you very much for reading the poem and offering the encouraging comments.