Copyright © 2012 Ayesha Riaz [ xXAeymLXx ].
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When the day was up,
And so was the Sun,
Few roses bloomed,
In the garden of Eden.
Life, for them,
soon made a sharp turn...
A sudden explosion,
A deafening sound,
Suffocating smoke,
Rose from the ground.
"Help! Help!",
Cried the grief stricken souls,
With shrieking voices,
And (their) breaths at hold.
Down the street,
Came people running,
Holding firm,
The spirit of helping.
Yet; thenceforth,
The aura of life,
Wore swiftly,
A hopeless plight.
To the helping hands,
Came joining a force,
Who kissed the thorns,
Leaving the rose!
Helping out the dying,
Those phonies, instead,
Salvaged the dimes,
Of their interest.
In shocking disbelief,
Dozens stared,
While turning to ashes,
Loved ones disappeared.
Mourning his loss,
Among the remnants amass,
Stood there,
Angry,
Alone,
Afraid,
An ill-fated rose/face,
That once had bloomed,
With all the grace.
(Soon) The flames were down,
And so was the Sun.
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This poem is an observation of an incident that struck me and made me want to write about it. Not one of my best works, i would say. But if u found it good pls vote and leave your feedback.
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~ Stealing the Hope ~
PoetryThis poem is an attempt to capture the essence of human nature that how the selfish motives of some diminish the rays of hope for others.
