I won't sing a Song,
lest I misguide the feet.
I won't sing a Song
about this unpleasant world-
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With Bleeding Kansas fresh in mind and engulfing of the Persian gulf, how could i sing a song? ///heart touching poem
there is no song to sing in the loving heart if the heart of universe is wounded by the cruelty of so called human there is no song to sing in the loving heart if the heart of humanity is wounded by the charity of so called philanthropic leader! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
With Bleeding Kansas fresh in mind and engulfing of the Persian gulf, how could i sing a song? I won't sing a song when the refugees fleeing ambush of tigers fall victims to the pride of lions.... beautiful
An insightful piece of poetry that laments the atrocities and calamities that is now prevalent on earth, written in beautiful poetic diction from inner recesses of the heart. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Haruna.
I won't sing a Song about this tragic world Tragic plane crashes, tragic capsizing vessels. bleeding, full o f pain and misery. sad and terrible memories of history of killing and demolishing. why should i sing. i will not.... very nice poem bringing in to the mind of the readers the crucial state of the nations now. tony
Such a profound, powerful write of the state of our world. 'I won't sing a song when the refugees fleeing ambush of tigers fall victims to the pride of lions' Stunning...10
There is so much to lament about in the world of past and present that takes away all the joy of a sensitive soul, a poet and an artist. Thanks for sharing a wonderful poem. I won't sing a song / knowing Tsunami as I do, a convulsive eater Drums of dynamites / fire spitting flutes,
There is so much to lament about in the world of past and present that takes away all the joy of a sensitive soul, Rajnish Manga. this poem might be from experience
There is so much to lament about in the world of past and present that takes away all the joy of a sensitive soul, Said poet Rajnish - - AGREED, that this poet might be writing from experience. i thus rated this poem as a metaphoric poem.
Haha, maybe turn off your radio and your heart will sing with the little pleasures of life :