(dedicated to a great poet at poemhunter, Mohammed Al-balushi)
a hard rain
dropped last night
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This is a brave call for global warming, climate change especially to environmentalist. A brave call to stop cutting down trees, reforestation is needed, stop using fossil fuels, use organic substances only to avoid further destruction.We need divine intervention but since we're the culprit of all these calamities, then we need the help from the entire world in order to survive.Earth is the only planet, the only home we've got, no other else so let's protect it for God's sake.Well done, pal.
As far as I can remember this is the third time I've read this.Can you wonder I'm an athiest?
The thought occured to me that the most surprising thing about your poem is its title. All this began with a dropp of water. Little things are significant and can accumulate or increase or grow, etc. to become more significant in other ways.
You try hard to find an explanation and comfort for so great a tragedy. In this respect you reflect the need and desire of so many. It is difficult for us to accept the fact that we live in a material world, that we are human and an unavoidable part of it, that changes happen constantly no matter the consequences.
I've read this one before. Considered the event a natural disaster.
this is a soulful cry my friend! ..... a dropp of deep tear is formed in reading.......pain is dissolved in the words that flow....
A very touching write about the 'other side'of mother nature..... But at times of this, I find, that we are not to judge what and why, but to accept and move forward.... Very nicely penned....
The last three stanzas are extremely reasonable and sensible and very much apt...very touching..excellent
wow, who couldn've known how deadly and merciless a dropp of water could truly be? emotion deeply felt. sad, but enjoyed reading it. thanks. -Every rose starts out as an ash-Ashes 2 Roses :)
liek God, water is what we need to most, but its wrath can be plan scary..
reminding this reader of the essence of degrees....water is only agitated at 211 but at 212 can power locomotives..one dropp of water tingles...yet many can create havoc
A very leghthly write, has alot expression and filled with much imagery....
What a beautiful way to express your respect for the departed souls of the victims. Marvelous work Ahmad.
i loved it so much, i am praying with you to God, to His great mercy to alleviate our troubles 'Ameen'
O God, who has all heavens, and earth! Your Love is bigger than Your Anger. very true...... great poem
i have to read this poem again because it reminded me of the story: One day, a Mr. A asked Mr. B and he said, 'Til when shall you need friends'... with swift, Mr. B dropped a dropp of water to the river and Mr. B replied saying 'Until you find that dropp of water and bring them exactly to me'... nice write as always!