Less Is More Poem by Mamata Bhatt

Less Is More

Rating: 5.0


Mom less love teach me flare,
Less dolls bring me guns and bullets,
Eighteen years of education stood me nowhere,
Breastfeed new baby with blood for he'll not be horror- stroke.

People no longer dance in comedy,
Laugh in Basement to hide their lungs and head,
Nature growls and shakes in flame,
For 'I instilled thinking machine in him.'

Mom teach new baby say 'bomb' no mom,
Blood on plate, rifle in the bowl,
No mediation but wrestling,
Delicate communication like Stalin, inhumanity like Hitler.

Less Is More
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bessie Celeste 16 July 2022

A very deep and meaningful poem. Your writing style is very inspirational.

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Mamata Bhatt 27 July 2022

Thank you ??

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Richard Wlodarski 18 June 2022

A thought provoking and profound poem. Very well written. Love your last line! Excellent poem, Mamata!

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Mamata Bhatt 26 June 2022

Delicate communication like Stalin, inhumanity like Hitler. Thank you for liking this line. I wrote it thoughtfully.

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