Withered noses smelt blood,
Killed by the fire of the desire!
To taste!
Wolves swam ashore
Fangs spewing staccato venom,
Tongues abrading wounds,
Red seeps slowly,
Lambs are huddled,
Hounding wanton cry of joy,
Barn is burning
Few ears are crying,
Music of the voice of beloved?
Head spins on the spindle of the city
Body is on stretcher
German shepherds tied duty bandana forehead,
Wolves are dead
Shepherd is sleeping!
White capped ears are dud, blunt knife
Others opposites are filled with plastic,
Some think always talking is fantastic,
Numb in emotion, spastic
Tube is inserted in their mouth,
They are gagging now
Hooves on their chest
Denizens of Bomb Bloodsbay, Citizens!
Stand on two legs,
Change the bleating voice
Take back, this is our barn
We have to plant flowers
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Hisar,03, December,2008 after Bombay,26-28, November,2008
Indeed nice composition! I liked the ray of hope reflected in the line 'We have to plant flowers'...
Rusty minds rusted by rascal teaching and ambition.The culprits are the children of the infamous Master called Satan! ! !
Vaid Sb.. I have tears in my eyes... Sirf woh log jo insaanyaat ka dard rakhtay hain samajh saktay hain k kaisa lagta hai jab insaanyaat ka khoon huta hai, jab zameen ki gaud laho say surkh huti hai... Jab kisi ghar mein saf-e-maatam bichhti hai... This is really a great poem... Thanks for sharing... Your brother, Kamran
Of course I knew it would be strong and full of angst. 'Head spins on he spindle of the city' did it for me. Powerful imagery. A masterpiece. At last reprieve with flowers.....so so moving Karin Anderson
nice poem --read mine allah-ram-jesus (aftermath) --10 regards anju
strong worded, impressive write. you have expressed angst, horror, disgudt, compassion and finally need for courage and hope.10 Mamta
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good... Great write Krista