</>A huge crowd
Two salvators
One is the Ghost
And the other is ses
Millions of homelesses
Thousands are wounded
Lucky guys escaped
By the cool hands of the death
Tankers moves easily
Over the red flesh field
with their flag victory
Colourful refugee tanks
Food packets and blankets
Smiling redcross birds
Doctors drip and strip
Lens and pen medias
Day and night Coverages
analysis expert views
endless conclusions
It is not natural disaster
But a calamity in the Brain
One hand gave weapons
And the other holds food
hi vinod, a moving presentation of a war scene as if you have been in the war front. so natural write.this apart it is time we protest the deadly war that is brain child of many leaders used as an escape route from facing a crisis.lovely and serious write.posted 10 for u. surya
hi vinod, a moving presentation of a war scene as if you have been in the war front. so natural write.this apart it is time we protest the deadly war that is brain child of many leaders used as an escape route from facing a crisis.lovely and serious write.posted 10 for u. surya
A splendid write. A sad subject, but you have made your case in a very vivid way.10/10, Vinoduk. Kind regards, Sandra
YOUR POEM IS A REFLECTION OF WHAT IS GOING ON AROUND IN EVERY PART OF THE WORLD AND IT IS SAD NICE POEM
‘But a calamity in the Brain’ ~ Whole world is under violence…under barrel point…RDX mercy…who’ll listen…frenzy … frantic love for power…to dominate…many many Poets like you world needs now…excellent conceptualization from a bleeding heart… thanks for sharing Regards Ms. Nivedita UK 10/10
heart felt! ! ! your agony is quite tangible... i've got a similar poem.. kindly check it and give your valuable comments... title: 'Home they brought the warrior dead'
Colourful refugee tanks Food packets and blankets Smiling redcross birds Doctors drip and strip..brigs sufferings and plight to people alrady undergoing it..people may make fortune out of it but millions may starve and perish too..lovely poem with humanity touch....1o read mine... should we die...lie at obekisk...macchu....humble submission
This is how to share with the ongoing turmoils Your writeup takes the reader direct into that zone. Endless fights, reasons, seasons all pre-set Man-made tragic, no end seen. A poem of every seasons with its reasons.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good write and so sad it is this way