Humanity In Pain Comments

Raniji, Blood has the same colour and odour, whether it's been shed in Paris or Jaypoor sometimes these thoughts make me fainthearted...When will we come out these turmoils?

a poet in torment over natural and man made calamities. nature's fury and man'sbigotry unleashed on innocent souls. yes Rani you are right we could be the next victims. we live in an era of fear and uncertainity. very sensitively written. mamta

Population, pollution Spread till polar region Spare no inch of an earth On their way of cruise. The hard hit dugout Pierced the heart of mother earth She is trembling and tilting To balance the life system. Calamities occur Unwritten publications Earth, too has its limits How long will it endure? What you sow that you reap And ofcourse, humanity is at pain. A well said truth. I wonder, is there a rescue? Thank you, dear poet.

the last stanza, , , so thoughtfull, , , and predicts our own future too, , , thanx for sharing rani, ,

Beautiful words of solace for those who are suffering. Shine on, Rani. Love, Sandra

..'the earth is but a boiling pot'.. and between the rest of your words and others' comments.... a resourceful recipe book continues to grow and feed us and help us with some of the 'why's pondered from scattered thoughts...

I love this...sentimental but realistic...An idealist who is also a realist. I read Chaos theory, this falls in line with it...the earth is in constant motion and always changing, as painful as these events are, they are the state.

Very touchingly … the thought is logically transferred on 'The earth gives and takes away, while we stand by' 10 …

you turned on the light, well done........*10*

Yes, Rani. We delude ourselves that we can control nature but we are simply blown about by its caprices. Wonderfully expressed, as always. Fx

‘The earth is but a boiling pot’…a telling concluding line especially to read along with the caption 'humanity in pain'…very meaningful composition this…my ten for relieving some pain…

Much profundity springs from your pen. The last stanza is superb. HG: -) xx