Monday, March 19, 2012

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Gazing in the burning field, telling the story he saw.

Gunshots flying from roof to roof; the rain is sad.
Under the beds they go; the heat is among them.

In the open field there is love; so tiny, yet so strong.
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Jasbir Chatterjee 22 March 2012

Nice story....innocent boy caught in a crossfire...perhaps in a war...Thanks for sharing this poem...

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