War And Child....(01) Poem by kafil uddin raihan.
War And Child....(01)
He was walking with his father,
There was a ice cream in his hand.
Every thing was as usual,
Crowd making noise around them,
Suddenly, there was a scream,
His father push him far,
He heard nothing but a loud 'boom'
It seemed to him as a thunder,
He saw fumes and smokes all around.
Every one was running here and there.
There was sounds of firing and cry,
He felt that he had been deaf.
he saw the ice cream melting in dust,
Beside that ice cream there was father,
Blood all over his wound muscles.
His body had torn and burnt,
The boy ran to his father,
Try to awake him from last sleep,
But that dead man made no response,
The boy started crying beside that,
None to help him in that hell,
None to drag that dead body,
None to say that his father was dead,
Did the boy know What is death?
Did he make up what he lost?
Is that little boy alive to tell us,
That brutal fairy tale of his life?
Is that boy know what is war now?
another stunning blow to humanity, which apparently is dead. horrible. pl continue even if it is horrible to read some time some one might see it. voted10 surya
Horrible and painful reality skilfully conveyed, such powerful picture you paint with words.
Touching and very regretful. Great poem wel penned. 10
this poem, obviously is very sad and well written, I'll give you 10/10! Thank you for your comments on my poems, I appreciate!
artist man, your patriotic feelings are exceptional. good work.
very dramatic description of terrorism eating up lives, , , good work indeed
Hi raihan, good job. Actually i always write love related poems either for happy moments or sad, but reading ur poem have really touched me a lot. great job
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I would like to translate this poem
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I'm so sad for the boy! War is not an instrument of peace and still kings and presidents make war sometimes because of their own personal agenda! If you have read my poems 'In the Midst of Diversity' and 'To The People Where Freedom Exists, I write' it has a theme close to this and I wrote it to avoid war and to oppose the idea of slavery and abuse.