Powered by the super power
of the sun of electricity
the peace prize promoting city
the vacuum cleaner, dusts
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It appears as if the world needs a Divine Vacuum Cleaner. True words. Let us hope for sustained peace.10 plus
'where rain runs red on the leftover humanity whose suffering is hard to touch and harder still to be buried' - dangerous situation!
I suspect that Akhtar has got it spot on. Until then let love be the vacuum cleaner. One day we might have a world worth living in. Great write, Yoonoos
Today's atmosphere is full of violence and terrorism....in this critical juncture it is essential to propagate 'love' in the society to drive away the above filthy dust like a vacuum cleaner.....nice poem....
Crafted with excellent skill. Not revolutionary but flows undercurrent a strong sense of changing local hype. Brilliant. Thank you again. Pranab k c
the sound my mind makes when scavenging the rug (shampoo or sponge) this is an intaking of areas that are not of the self for the truth of the front man in the time line of an individuals being is honestly none of their business. vice E versa with computer and cross references in aggression of profit.
'harder still to be buried' a great metaphor is the solar powered vacuum cleaner
This is a hyper reality we are facing.A poem of the time well written.
You have touched a subject, today everyone is concerned about. Where the world is going, and with all their activities of terrorism what they are going to achieve, one has to think. A thought provoking poem.
where rain runs read over the leftover humanity Good, powerful stuff. nice write. Have a good week- marty
Very nicely said should the world has to change or the so called humans... they have to clean their thoughts...
Meaningful connection made! Our world today really needs to be cleaned! Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
Thanks for this very reflective poem, portraying vacuum cleaner in relation to the chaos and troubles in our time and history. There is much to be done so that all can survive and that love, not hate can be enthroned in heart. Thanks for sharing! Keep on writing.
A poem on bloodshed and sufferings of the people of Chicago city. Very intellegently and attractively versified