torsa saha

Life After Doom - Poem by torsa saha

A half burnt sky
Beholds a child underneath -

Dry shoots and thorns
Circumfers his searching eyes -

No color, no bells…
No fragrance at all!

The earth moves languid and slow
-contaminated sea, poison in air
And the child, alone!

So helpless, so wrecked…..
The child still looks for life -
Showers come down the
Half burnt sky…

The battle comes to an end
- Again a leaf,
Again a dove -

A half burnt sky
Beholds the child -
A half burnt sky
Beholds the revival of life!

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  • (8/6/2012 4:45:00 AM)

    Beautifully written, could feel the pain. Nice work. Keep it up.. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 20, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, July 20, 2012

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