Unquestionable sharpness
shattered in fragments
blunt pieces poke
the power of cut
primitive barbarism
residued in discourse
tongues to recollect
flat ends meet
to smash the hone
countless weapons
waiting to conquer
hacking each other
piling up to squander.
When I read this poem I imagine a sword fight of tongues. The sharp wits of people fencing and arguing their way through a discourse. I think in this sense if you break the sword, there is a double edged meaning. Either you win the sword fight or you don't enter the argument. What do I know? Nice poem.10/10.
you used the object in mention, the sword, very well. not only the sword but also fighting which is tied with the sword, very well written poem
a multidimensional poem...fights...verbal and physical....sharpness a trait hailed in man not used in the right way...lovely poem
Ah force, greed, power, emptyness. and still we pick up the sword in vengence. I like this a lot. Mubeen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a barbaric manifestation...........deeply preceding the usage of the sword.Nice piece though.