The mother sitting on the rubble haunts me to doom
A child in her lap sucking the dried-up breast fills my eyes to gloom
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A very powerful poem. Touched me with its sincerity. The last two stanzas are exceptionally good
For all Nations, (even th' medium majority) , to heed your well expressed words.... What a so much better World we would be.....A fine Penning, Prasanna... ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FJR
a wonderful poem... effectively paints the picture of destruction, death, disillusionment.. last two stanzas are excellent... rhetorical questions...quite an effective strategy... n the last stanza...quite a poignant plea...
All motherhoods excel with love of this nature - also reflects in this writings, The Great mother strive to have a peaceful order We will fight for this great War, Two little eyes searching for father Two little ears listening to missiles Two little legs running for life '' What do they gain in victory or defeat? '' war aganist terrorism is not mere a 'war' it is great fight aganist hidden paradox, it is for protect our 'pendant head'. our right to live, God made this land for us to have -a love and life. we will realise the reality and facts and great sacrifices of this missions behind it
a powerful poem i think everybody should read and imbibe...great message...love...nalini
Well penned message-10