All rivers of taste have dried up
Only sands boil in pans
Tyranny of migration has struck the towns
Birds have forsaken their nests.
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Tears, only tears speak the heaviness felt by the soul. Sorry, Sir! I started a comment, but, inspired by your thoughts, it grew into one of its own! You have described the plight of IDP's so movingly that it touches one's heart. Victims of war - inspired by Naseer Ahmed Nasir Angel
this is a very touching write indeed! ! and i wish you can write beautiful lullaby for me so i can sleep in piece! ! ! great write indeed...10++ well deserved! ! with love shashendra
Sir that was an exelent display of metaphor, so vivid, so sad, and yet so comforting as the living achevie the rapture of death.
This is wonderful. I am glad you found me so that I could find you.
Some wonderfiul lines in this elegiac poem. When the song is lost, all is lost. Excellent. As always, Sandra
Lost childhood and lullaby … berceuse are becoming show piece of Museum…very touchy poem with humane oscillations… thanks for sharing Regards Ms. Nivedita UK 10/10