Eruption Poem by Sandhya Suri

Eruption



Whoever thought we could progress beyond selfish gains?
We that were born of dust, to dust return
seeking grief over love and happiness
the children burn even before they are born.

Copyright @Sandhya Suri 2009

Monday, April 11, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: children,grief,happiness,seeking
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