Living In Fear Poem by Nosheen Irfan
Living In Fear
The charred bones of the houses
Stand against a crimson sky
Stand on their last legs
Waiting to fall to dust
Anytime, with dead souls inside
Some will survive, they reckon
Some will be under the ground
Why hide there
In the lap of death
They have to stay there
Embracing the misery of their existence
For they are condemned
To a life of death
The guns, the shells, the bombs
The only music they hear
Like a nightmare, in the fangs of sleep.
Nosheen Irfan © 2016
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In the fangs of sleep! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
In the lap of death They have to stay there Embracing the misery of their existence For they are condemned To a life of death.. a very realisitic poem especially at the present situation. thank you dear poetess. tony
Outstanding poem...The current affairs of the Middle East region in particular and over all world wide in general...War is inevitable in today's scenario........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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In the lap of death They have to stay there Embracing the misery of their existence For they are condemned To a life of death The guns, the shells, the bombs The only music they hear Like a nightmare, in the fangs sleep. In the lap of death They have to stay there Embracing the misery of their existence For they are condemned To a life of death The guns, the shells, the bombs The only music they hear Like a nightmare, in the fangs of sleep.... nice theme. A poem with a real situation of the present has been beautifully presented. Thanks for sharing.