When Death Plays In The Streets Poem by Nosheen Irfan
When Death Plays In The Streets
Prisoners in their own homes
the children peep through half-shut windows
"Don't go out, " "It's not safe, "
father and mother trail off through the
stuck-in-time feel of the day
The somber street wears black
as if in mourning, for the dead
The darkened sky adds to the gloom
Earth rumbles, setting off
an indefinite season of doom
What's it like to live in a place
where the sun plays peek-a-boo
And hell breaks loose without warning
The flames rise higher than the roofs
of the bullet-riddled homes
Caught up in the heat and the frost
that burns and bites without discrimination
Fewer are the faces, still fewer are the smiles
The roads are lonely as a hermit's hide
The fight erupted and swallowed them all
Scarred lives, ashen faces
Nothing remains but moaning mouths
Man gives up, lets death play
in the streets, to his delight and shame
War just only not destroy the house, school but peace, love, humanity in not able to be reincarnated way.....Wonderfully narrated.....thank you for sharing :)
Most people have no idea what it is like for all the people forced to live in such conditions. A poignant poem, Nosheen.
You paint a picture of a conflict zone very aptly, Nosheen
Hauntingly true in so many parts or our world. You paint the image very well.
It's inspired to begin with the perspective of children. The fighting confines them, takes away their freedom to play, it will take their innocence too. The images of urban violence that follow show how threatened the children are but they cannot possibly grasp it. They stayed in my mind as I read in the next stanza about the complete collapse of society. Adults have unleashed this violence because they cannot solve their problems peacefully. If they survive the children will face a destroyed world. They deserve better, the future deserves better.
'Man gives up, lets death play in the streets, to his delight and shame' The final two lines, Nosheen, are as poignant as very few that I have read in a long time... The poem is sheer brillance..
A thoughtful poem. Only those who go through this situation feel the pinch of it, and we proudly call it a society...Yet another bold and powerful poem, Loved it Nosheenji.
Those who live in such horrible condition can only realise how tough life is. Nicely done. Have put your point smartly. Liked it.
This is exactly the situation when a war or a sudden rebellion erupts. Peaceful streets are turned into battlefields and even children don't dare to venture out! Gloom and silence descend down spreading a black pall over the lives of innocents! Everyday we are made to witness gruesome incidents! The horror of war with the entailing frustration is sketched in hoary shades!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Nothing remains but moaning mouths Man gives up, lets death play in the streets, to his delight and shame. A pathetic picture of the truth that we see nowadays. we become helpless and mere spectator to such gruesome incidents. An awakening call. Nice poem Great lines.10.