Less Is More Poem by Mamata Bhatt
Less Is More
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.
A thought provoking and profound poem. Very well written. Love your last line! Excellent poem, Mamata!
Delicate communication like Stalin, inhumanity like Hitler. Thank you for liking this line. I wrote it thoughtfully.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/18/2022 8:40:59 AM # 1.0.0.1019
A very deep and meaningful poem. Your writing style is very inspirational.
Thank you ??