Blood All Over Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Blood All Over
Blood spilled all over on ground
Bodies scattered and in mutilation found
Fresh wave of violence gaining round
Hatred, distrust reign with system sound
Who are people doing all criminal acts?
Why not all come to sense and react?
Is it the only way out to combat terrorism?
Are we not to be blamed for all kinds of “ism”?
Every time senseless killings take place
Still no system or alternatives to replace
Mutual distrust and hatred prevails
Love and kindness always fails
We need to have passion and brotherhood
Calm should prevail in vicinity and neighborhood
Why do we add fuel to wood?
When there shortage or no food?
Somebody may loose son, husband or father
We can’t allow it to go any further
What is happening somewhere should not make us bother?
Let us build new relation where love should only matter
Why humanity should suffer on this count?
When all sorts of tension and worries mount?
Let us place ourselves to the mercy of Almighty
Who will guide us to destiny and not feel pity
We are here not to create havoc and destroy
Never resort to unruly scene and others annoy
It is humanity that goes on in orderly convoy
Let us build and search ways to employ
We need to have passion and brotherhood Calm should prevail in vicinity and neighborhood Why do we add fuel to wood? When there shortage or no food? excellent poem, lovely rhymes.10++++++++++
Excellent write, full of truth. Mans inability to solve his differences without conflict, is his greatest weakness. Thank you for writing this. Regards Bob
I don't understand how one can be cruel enough to take away the lives of others... are there no guilt or sorrow? No regrets and reluctance? Are there pleasure and joy? Hatred turns us into a creature far worse even the darkness found too great to control, so I beg to all in PoemHunter, take good care of your heart and live your life with good intentions... BEAUTIFUL WRITE.10.
'Blood spilled all over on ground' your poem is painful to read because of the truth it tells.As I write there're 2 wars spilling the blood of innocence men, women, and children. Where or who is the 'almighty'? Perhaps our hoping for 'it' to be rescued by the power of some unknown or myth, [ no respect to any one's belief just my personal opinion] seems to just give us a reason to relinquish our personal responsibilities. Hasmukh, without love in our hearts for the born and the unborn, there seems to be little hope for any changes in the minds and hearts of those who wishes to dominate and or suppress other human beings.In my country many pretend to care about the unborn but how can you be concern about the unborn but have no problem killing or having those that are born killed...it makes no sense to me.Anyway a good write. a 10+++
I wonder how fool I was to read your poem so late. Sir, I really loved the piece I am rating it 10.
Today mostly, we all are away from humanity and humility. Animalistic approach is prevailing upon. A very good eye opener.
A socially relevant poem against the militancy and killing and it is good.
adding fuel to wood, yet we have but much to spare.. lovely honesty. do continue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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wonderful writting.. nice rhymes and details 10 +