Palestine Or Isreal.... Poem by Sandhya S.N
Palestine Or Isreal....
Oh! Don't U see the dead bodies?
In lovely land of scarifies..
Oh I hear the weeping child...
Oh! I hear broken women…
But I cant see where it is..
Is it Palastine? ..or
Is it Israel? ..
But they both bleed in same colour
Similar in their life and food.
May B'cause I could not differ
Both at once when I see them.
But I see their broken faces
With a mood of extreme lament
But their eyes were sharp that pierce
As they had something to raise!
Some had to answer that mob dent chase
What for killing innocent us?
Is it because of having symbols?
That chained us when we born at once.
We don't have a passion for…
Living in a grateful city
But we have only a passion for…
Live and let our children live
In a land of peace and prosper…
Oh dear, can we dream of one such time?
Without the shouts of boots and fire.
Let us hope for such a time?
Though we know it unfeasible.
war is a source of business for nations and terrorist....read my 'the common'
Probably your first poem, my dear, I see the beauty of your heart...
Burning heart. Anguished humanity. From modern history to poetry. Well done. Cheers. Subroto.
its palestine forever my country my soul i love you palestine keep holding on..
'We don't have a passion for… Living in a grateful city' - I like those lines a lot.
be it war or terrorist attacks it's the women and children who are made to suffer...your concerning voice, not feeble though, won't be heard too far by too many...the Universal Motherhood should rise up to retaliate...it will happen only when women come to power in more nations...ten for your good write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 9:54:35 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Your poem sent mixed messages, I hope that was done on purpose, but I doub't it.