I haven't been really updating this. But here's a small poem that I wrote.
It's about some sort of attack or war and it describes the state of people who suffer during all the things happening around them.
Comment your opinions, please! Thanks. :)
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Screams and Pains
Gunshots and blood stains.
Swollen eyes, puffed face
Rolling tears like a drain.
Night is dark, cringingly eerie
Moon has surfaced yet not merry.
The water in lakes seems quiet
Visibly dancing on the mixed symphony.
Children wailing, mothers cradling
Men are fighting, some praying.
Tripping over the dead bodies
Surely got their throats constricting.
Smoke mingles with the air
Evolving from the burned roofs and stairs.
Flesh is charred, blood is pouring
But no organism seems to care.
Dogs lay silent at the road edge
Waiting for someone kind to fetch.
Sniffing their other breathless buddies
They seem to ponder over the wretch.
Deafening noise got hope dissolved
Remained behind no belief in God.
Such is the callousness witnessed
No strength to pull up the sword.
Life was beautiful and quaint
We had it colored with our favorite paints.
Do we see any road down there?
'Cos all that is left is terror and courage's faint.
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My Musings, Your Perusing
AléatoireThis ain't any novel. It's very random. I will post my poems, any articles, my thoughts on any topic, etc. You can suggest me any topic on which you want me to write. I would really like to try it.
