come
lets kiss and rejoice
you..
in my ingenuity,
and me,
in your feeble ability
to forgive
such deviltry,
as
mine
come
lets play blindfolded
you..
will still envision joy
and me apathetic,
oblivious
to the tears
turning red
blood
as wine
come
lets wear deaf plugs
you..
can then sing along
with my loud booming
rythym..all the while
as the moans of
tattered,
torn,
children..
................die.
just sad...
marriot; islamabad; pakistan..the question is no longer why.
come lets play blindfolded you.. will still envision joy and me apathetic, oblivious to the tears turning red blood as wine
good work wardha iam working on one too one the same topic...
come lets wear deaf plugs you.. can then sing along with my loud booming rythym..all the while as the moans of tattered, torn, children.. ................die. a hearfelt tribute ... 'what have I done to deserve this' why crimson and black only colour for the suppleness of my youth... 'why interjection of deafening death to balance faintest of my smiles....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a sensitive poem from a compassionate heart. lets play blind folded and wear rear plugs- very moving indeed. silent sufferef- the common man. Mamta