The world shall remain
As it was to cause pain
Make human to suffer more
And push them to feel sore
We, the poets, are reporting
And unequivocally equating
Good with bad and nice country with curse
This is turning out to be sad with remorse
Somewhere big nations are in support
Only because local businessmen resort
To come openly in favor and provide finance
It dims chance for future peace
We are counting deaths
Not for people taking breathe
They are living in hellish atmosphere
With risk to life and constant fear
People suffer
As comes no right kind of offer
No medicines, no cloths
But only suffering and deaths
Hasmukh Mehta welcome Ruth morrris Just now · Unlike · 1
A different type of poem, penning perhaps on politics of mighty ones....good one in depicting it...the third stanza is brilliant...and love these lines...good piece sir. 1 hour ago by senthil nathan | Reply
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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