The lethal bullets of sorrow
Aim at our rosy morrows,
By the cruel devilish FATE,
Push the men through sadness gate.
Cruel death is a helping mate,
Eager to share his blood -filled plate.
The bullet targets our jobs,
Pellet pierces our hopes.
The shrapnel shatters our ties,
The smoke smothers our sighs.
Battered love cries, and dashed dream sobs,
And lo! frail heart quivers to cope.
Some sheds tear dry, some sheds wet,
Blaming tight-lipped heavenly gate.
Some hides their pain in joyous muse,
Some reveals it in word obtuse.
No one is immune to attacks,
Save men trudging on divine tracks.
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
01/05/2009
While we live we suffer barbs and bullets - war too now rife has a ravishing appetite....very well written - Cindy
i quite agree with your conclusion'No one is immune to attacks, Save men trudging on divine tracks' what a great poem with clear message!
wow this poetry is really good....it touches the problems all face... With nice rhyming end words...and a sound message in the end!
Sorrow comes with violence but life provides compensations to balance it
Sorrow does come with a violence that is depicted in this poem, fortunately life provides some compensations too.
Sorrow does come with a violence that is depicted in this poem, fortunately life provides some compensations too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Strong and vivid images. A good commentary on the present situation.