By Lakshmindra Sinha
Oh, my friend!
What was my offence
That you have damaged all my dreams and
Threw away my pure body
In the middle of the busy road:
The bloodied flesh, deformed into pieces—
The limbs, the bones
The smell of burnt skin
Forced to close the nostrils of the dreaded paths.
Oh, what you did?
It burnt, it dried
The soul
Of all living beings.
I too wanted to live like you
Talking, laughing, caring
And to lead this blossomed youth
Towards the Heaven
Of love, of warmth and joy.
Just you hear :
The cry of a mother that lost her child
The cry of a child that lost his father,
The cry of a sister that lost her brother
The cry of a friend that lost his friend.
Oh, friend,
Whatever you like you do
It is indeed
I shall offer you jasmines
In each explosions.
Today is Erei (Friday)
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Oh, my friend!
What was my offence
That you have damaged all my dreams and
Threw away my pure body
In the middle of the busy road:
The bloodied flesh, deformed into pieces—
The limbs, the bones
The smell of burnt skin
Forced to close the nostrils of the dreaded paths.
Oh, what you did?
It burnt, it dried
The soul
Of all living beings.
I too wanted to live like you
Talking, laughing, caring
And to lead this blossomed youth
Towards the Heaven
Of love, of warmth and joy.
Just you hear :
The cry of a mother that lost her child
The cry of a child that lost his father,
The cry of a sister that lost her brother
The cry of a friend that lost his friend.
Oh, friend,
Whatever you like you do
It is indeed
I shall offer you jasmines
In each explosions.
Today is Erei (Friday)
What next?
Get Email Alert (E - World)
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