My creative mood is dead for sometime,
watching life lost in this senseless crime,
Children are killed and mothers are maimed,
How to be creative at this moment in time.
Each time I lift my fingers to type,
Flashes of gruesome scenes make over-ride,
This has been so since the Gaza strike,
I hope and pray the end is bright
Pray alone may not be enough...
The Powers might be, please sanction tough!
This is written after days and days of continuous onslaught of Gaza by the Israelis. Please help save the children!
painful and heartfelt lines a voice echoing in the dark..pervading today's world you have done well to highlight the plight of the Gazaan under brazen onslaught of a devilish jugernaught liked
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Noor O. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.