Cataclysm Poem by Indira Renganathan
Cataclysm
Sun is throwing
Fire woods
Volcano is spewing
pyre logs
Moon is burning
Like a setting sun
Calamity
Has no concern
For innocence
A lullaby on cold war
Breez is singing
Children
Are sleeping
On big soot beds
Who's writing
Epitaphs in the sky
Calamity Has no concern For innocence......yes, right you are; natural calamity, disaster has no sense about the world dwellers that who is poor or rich; this calamity comes to devastate all but sadly note that in it's trap always entrapped the poor........! !
Moon is burning Like a setting sun Calamity Has no concern For innocence.......so touching. Beautifully penned. Thanks madam. Five stars.
True words ma'am. But life was never like that. It was much beautiful. But present generation miss all these.
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4/27/2024 11:51:41 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Greed of human I would say is writing Epitaphs in the sky WIth the blood of innocents. A profound poem, as usual your touch to humanity.10***