Exclusive News Poem by Yasmin Khan
Exclusive News
Sunday morning, I switch
on to the news app
to listen to the exclusive
news over a cup of coffee.
Ah! words distressing,
hurtful, wound the senses.
Smoke and ashes
Swirl in the airs,
Flowers and birds
Crushed, killed all,
Gardens is hurt and it bleeds,
Little birds with wings burnt,
Cry and shrill in the searing winds.
Backpacks, notebooks smolder.
Little angels now will never reach
their school as death's taken
its toll on the poor once again.
Beautiful poem Jasmine.. Its too painful when we see such tragic news..but each day one or the happens and we hear it...we can just pray, may their soul rest in peace. Wonderful poem and each lines are well written.
O death where is thy sting....JK I always think and shrink within my thought and fall sick.You have brought out the fact with knitting nicely that must touch the heart and mind Nature's game, now here at Uttarakhand (I am staying here as posted) Thousands of dead body all round you must be going through the NEWS well writ poem
When innocents are snatched away untimely, it leaves a deep scar! Often tears roll down my eyes when I go through the newspaper, reporting such incidents of mass casualty of school children! A moving write! !
Senses wounded Smoke and ashes Swirl in the city Flowers and birds Crushed and killed tragedy is captured and tears are shared! ! !
Tears rolls down your cheeks, cos you are a human, a human with a difference. How many others read the same news that you read? Do they also shed tears like you? I doubt. Many of us shed tears like you, cos, as you say how many innocents like flowers, birds, swans, angels and so on are being crushed in to dust by the so called liberators in the name of freedom, justice and what not? Worse than they, are the ones who instigate conflicts, encourage systems to continue conflicts and spread conflicts, not for nothing, but for their own selfish gains. Let us all rise against them. Great thinking, YK.
may we have courage to speak the truth. and may we have courage to admit what we are. and where we stand. we all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I swear I have so many questions for God! This is the first poem of yours that I have read and I now look forward to reading them all. I look forward to return visit from you as well. To me it's almost impossible to understand such tragedies. The only way I can avoid anger is to remind myself we (you and I) are incapable of understanding God's perspective on this kind of issue. Right now the only good i can see is your poem... Many people may be touched. But surely something more is required to balance the scale!