MOHAMMAD SKATI


Drawings - Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

Ugly images of life Are drawn by me about our reality That makes hard stones cry... All my images and my pictures are Drawn masterly in my poems Simply because I have to do so... There are pregnant clouds up in the skies, but There are no rains... All spikes of grain are completely Empty and useless... All streets and all roads in our city Are absolutely untrodden by any people Simply because all people Got perished by that ongoing war... People are hungry and thirsty Anywhere and everywhere... If I keep drawing more and more pictures, then They will be endless... _________________________________________________ _____________________

Topic(s) of this poem: war


Comments about Drawings by MOHAMMAD SKATI

  • (3/25/2015 5:58:00 PM)


    Your words are a wonderful portrait of the world you invoke, its one that is a stark and sombre where human suffering is universal, and the modicum of compassion is a thin slender line that can evaporate any time. Its a wonderful depth of vision you paint, its melancholy is backed by a sage wisdom. Keep painting, the brush strokes are transfixing. (Report) Reply

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  • Kelly Kurt (3/25/2015 5:29:00 PM)


    I felt such pain reading your sad poem.
    I wish you peace.
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 25, 2015



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