Sunday morning, I switch
on to the news app
to listen to the exclusive
news over a cup of coffee.
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Tears rolls down your cheeks, cos you are a human, a human with a difference. How many others read the same news that you read? Do they also shed tears like you? I doubt. Many of us shed tears like you, cos, as you say how many innocents like flowers, birds, swans, angels and so on are being crushed in to dust by the so called liberators in the name of freedom, justice and what not? Worse than they, are the ones who instigate conflicts, encourage systems to continue conflicts and spread conflicts, not for nothing, but for their own selfish gains. Let us all rise against them. Great thinking, YK.
may we have courage to speak the truth. and may we have courage to admit what we are. and where we stand. we all.
I swear I have so many questions for God! This is the first poem of yours that I have read and I now look forward to reading them all. I look forward to return visit from you as well. To me it's almost impossible to understand such tragedies. The only way I can avoid anger is to remind myself we (you and I) are incapable of understanding God's perspective on this kind of issue. Right now the only good i can see is your poem... Many people may be touched. But surely something more is required to balance the scale!
Beautiful poem Jasmine.. Its too painful when we see such tragic news..but each day one or the happens and we hear it...we can just pray, may their soul rest in peace. Wonderful poem and each lines are well written.
O death where is thy sting....JK I always think and shrink within my thought and fall sick.You have brought out the fact with knitting nicely that must touch the heart and mind Nature's game, now here at Uttarakhand (I am staying here as posted) Thousands of dead body all round you must be going through the NEWS well writ poem
When innocents are snatched away untimely, it leaves a deep scar! Often tears roll down my eyes when I go through the newspaper, reporting such incidents of mass casualty of school children! A moving write! !
Senses wounded Smoke and ashes Swirl in the city Flowers and birds Crushed and killed tragedy is captured and tears are shared! ! !
On their way to seek light Those little angels descend to eternity.....journey of light turn into darkness, so sad I take a sigh-only a sigh And a tear rolls down my cheek...what should we do except it? ...touching poem indeed...(
Sometimes nothing we can do just tears can roll down from eyes...down to our cheek and fall into deep ground..may it reach the one who live inside there with prayers..nicely done Jasmeen, keep it up_Soul
mostly we remain helpless with a deep sigh and tear drops. powerfully projected feelings. please read my poems 'Terrorism' and 'Quest for blood' to share the feelings.
Yes, we live like in Hell.