My scattered dream,
I know, You are collecting them,
For a beautiful gift, for me,
I threw them as grain,
To peck the birds,
To fill the stomach,
But I know, it doesn't,
Quench the thirst,
Thirst of wretched throat,
Food without water,
Like love without soul,
Like body, my dreams scattered,
Without soul,
Where the birds flown,
Is it up dawn or the dawn, down,
Nude thought without gown,
Peace peace every lips that pray,
I know whispered-piece piece,
Like a donkey's bray,
Now time has come-
We all must think the reason,
The reason of terrorism..
The cause of terrorism..
Who is playing the heinous crime? ..
A game of crocodile tears..
My scattered dream, I know, You are collecting them, For a beautiful gift, for me, ........................fantastic.....................beautiful lines
Now time has come- We all must think the reason, The reason of terrorism.. The cause of terrorism.. Who is playing the heinous crime? .. A game of crocodile tears.. Great thoughts, great poem.
Yes, it high time we get to the core, we need to come out of our superficiality of words and actions, thanks for sharing, peace!
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A thought provoking poem. Very true said in few lines... Now time has come- We all must think the reason, The reason of terrorism.. The cause of terrorism.. Who is playing the heinous crime? .. A game of crocodile tears.. A time had come for us the think and act. Loved reading it. Thanks for sharing.