Quietus Of Silence (Here Lieth The Unheard Voices Of Our Dead Farmers) Poem by Nanthinii Mohan

Quietus Of Silence (Here Lieth The Unheard Voices Of Our Dead Farmers)

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When you swayed in swings,
we trembled starving.
When you voiced for better living,
we dreamt for some means of existence.
The life you commend dared to pity us -
and we resent not your opulence.
We plough, tire and toil at last to ruin.
We dire in sludge and slush -and
Our nerve threadbare unravel voices
That only bleed, gush and shriek in silence.
Wordless is our voices, that heeds no ear;
Shattered are our dreams like broken sills.
And with all that is broken - remain
Those lost lives that naught shrill, but ever still.

Friday, October 19, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: farmers,mourning
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 27 March 2019

We plough, tire and toil at last to ruin. We dire in sludge and slush -and Our nerve threadbare unravel voices That only bleed, gush and shriek in silence. The voices of the poor. you are a protagonist of the poor and down troden.. please remain like that and write poems on social justice and injustices in our society. we need such poets.. thank u. tony

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