Green Grass Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Green Grass
Green grass
Nothing shall work
With only words
Land is different
Enemy is present
People may suffer
With no peace offer
Dry grass may burn
Along with green grass in turn
The enemy is present on ground
No friend can be found
Everywhere shells are fired
People are murdered
Children, aged and women
All are living in so called heaven
People are kept under captivity
Under belief with some visible possibility
Now people are surrounded
Complete area is bombarded
From within and from outside
Enemy is killing us from inside
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Somewhere in this enigmatic poem there is a deep sadness and perhaps some despair. Read mine - Legacy - Adeline
Green grass Nothing shall work With only words Land is different Enemy is present People may suffer With no peace offer Dry grass may burn Along with green grass in turn Now people are surrounded Complete area is bombarded From within and from outside Enemy is killing us from inside
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