A nation when burns by the terrors in the crowd
By the bloody serial blasts by the killer goons
Yesterday in Bangalore, alas! Today in Ahmedabad
The whole country seems rocked by the horrors
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That's what I'm talking about. Where CURVES OF SILENCE left me confused, TERRORS IN THE CROWD left me angry for two reasons. 1. That there is so much hatred and violence in a world where so many loving and good people live. 2.That you ARE more talented than I am. Good show. I not only understood this poem, but felt the pain and utter futility of war and killing. I loved this poem. Thank you for writing it. Your poet friend, Dan Lloyd
It is an honest and real reflection of terror striken days not only of India but the world abroad. What is the solution of this curse? Thanks a lot. Tapas Baidya, Kolkata
Doc, what can I say but excellent piece of poetry, the world will one day open it's eyes after having them firmly closed for so long to what is actually happening to them...........we all live in hope Doc.....thanks for your wonderful expression best wishes Jon
'Tears drizzels all through the innocence of love'...Why does it seem that even the worst of human beings have the ability to love...but yet choose to harm or kill...and why so often somewhere in this world there is hatred and turmoil and somewhere in this world we have not a clue it's happening? ...10+ One of your best Subhendu! - Cathy
A very powerful and intense write. Wonderful imagery showing the useless carnage of terrorism. 'The blood flows across the city and citadel Tears drizzles all though the innocence of love Death tolls as it roars by the apprehension Nobody knows yet tomorrow be a black day' I will never understand the twisted reasoning that allows anyone to, indiscriminately, kill so many innocent people, often even those of their own towns and villages. Thanks for a great read. Richard
wow! thats excellent! ! ! i love it! ! its amazing! your friend, rachael
Dear Dr. Subhendu, A vivid portrayal on the burning issue of Terrorism and the recent blasts in Bangalore & Ahmedabad. It brings out the anger against the satans of humanity, the blood-thirsty wolves in sheeps' disguises... Godo read...
India is living through the dark hours. They lost their voice. The old prime minister That they had shot. Now what?
I think this poem is intense and direct so it shocks people into realising what is going on in the world and far too often people are stuck trying forget about things like this. It's very well written and adresses important issues Katie
Such vivid images! sounds like MY country.. well written and thought through.
Very intense imagery, powerful and beautifully communicative of fear and violence. Fluidly expressive writing,10 on this one
Dear Subhendu Kar You have written a very touching poem in a captive style. Terror, terrorist and their cowradice is captured with your paining thoughts. Timely well written poem. Greetings Sathee
Still I hear the fretful cry under the sunset glow---good poem, , , , , , , , , thanks
A 2002 quote of mine: 'Peace is priceless, terror is mindless.' – Trade Martin.
Well done Doc....! ! ! Did anyone 'claim' the blame for the latest attack....? ? ?
'Still I hear the fretful cry under the sunset glow Night devours the light by the darkness Leaf loses its green by the gusty fires Flower refuses to bloom by the captive of soul'.....freedom....everyone wants freedom....terrors are predators...they are just waiting whom they preyed...a nice eye opener for all..this is great...naizz