All my tears have drained
All my limbs have sprained
No more tears left to shed
For the dead or the sufferings in bed!
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History repeats in some form or the other. For the sake of one Duryodhana, how many people died at Kurushetra.. For the sake of one Ravana, how many died in the battle field. For the sake of one Hitler, how many jews were massacred. Hiroshima and Nakasaki were uprooted by two atom bombs. We can go on list out such historical events in the world of destruction. In spite of all these things, God do send His messengers like Jesus, Buddha, Abraham Lincoln, Gandhiji and so on, who preached love and tolerance. Your poem is very powerful in presenting this kind of picture in my mind and it kindled such thoughts when I read it..
In10se,10der.... and please Subbaraman.. keep Righting them One Peace at a Time.... aroha
All is not lost, there is still plenty of good out there. Deep and insightful, thank you!
a sweeping telling of human history...of despair and hope...there's tremendous tempo that comes through intense internalizing of the external...i loved reading it, subbaramanji...
relevant till this world exists...meaningful thought provoking poem...10
A very poignant tale in the guise of a poem. Liked the way it ends on such an optimistic note despite all the not-so-pleasant happenings of history.