A nation when burns by the terrors in the crowd
By the bloody serial blasts by the killer goons
Yesterday in Bangalore, alas! Today in Ahmedabad
The whole country seems rocked by the horrors
The blood flows across the city and citadel
Tears drizzles all though the innocence of love
Death tolls as it roars by the apprehension
Nobody knows yet tomorrow be a black day
To whom should we tell our woes of living
Under the shadow dark tinted frozen glass
Light splits by the brazen`s teeth by the cruelty
God knows when wrought by these hooligans
Still I hear the fretful cry under the sunset glow
Night devours the light by the darkness
Leaf loses its green by the gusty fires
Flower refuses to bloom by the captive of soul
Will you stand for a while with the stick of anger in your hand?
To lash the maddened wilds along their own recurrence
Night blinks faster standing aghast on the corridor
Of fear and anguish with their hands together upon the fire
Such vivid images! sounds like MY country.. well written and thought through.
I think this poem is intense and direct so it shocks people into realising what is going on in the world and far too often people are stuck trying forget about things like this. It's very well written and adresses important issues Katie
India is living through the dark hours. They lost their voice. The old prime minister That they had shot. Now what?
'Still I hear the fretful cry under the sunset glow Night devours the light by the darkness Leaf loses its green by the gusty fires Flower refuses to bloom by the captive of soul'.....freedom....everyone wants freedom....terrors are predators...they are just waiting whom they preyed...a nice eye opener for all..this is great...naizz
That's what I'm talking about. Where CURVES OF SILENCE left me confused, TERRORS IN THE CROWD left me angry for two reasons. 1. That there is so much hatred and violence in a world where so many loving and good people live. 2.That you ARE more talented than I am. Good show. I not only understood this poem, but felt the pain and utter futility of war and killing. I loved this poem. Thank you for writing it. Your poet friend, Dan Lloyd
It is an honest and real reflection of terror striken days not only of India but the world abroad. What is the solution of this curse? Thanks a lot. Tapas Baidya, Kolkata
Doc, what can I say but excellent piece of poetry, the world will one day open it's eyes after having them firmly closed for so long to what is actually happening to them...........we all live in hope Doc.....thanks for your wonderful expression best wishes Jon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very intense imagery, powerful and beautifully communicative of fear and violence. Fluidly expressive writing,10 on this one