Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Poem

Apeom my husband wrote long back..

O, my heart bleeds for thee:

Your life has love, joy and peace, no more

And just a Zombie

Nothing else are thee;

A consequence of violent years of yore.

O, my heart bleeds for thee:

Tis all you have on terr-

Abhorence, Sorrow and the saffron shine O'dripping carcasses

And yet, your callous life on and on passes-

For 'tis your sons that err.

O, my heart bleeds for thee:

Alas, I cannot crush this violence

But, can only console-with the melodies from my heart's violins.

O terr, do you bear, as Hercules does to thee?

O, Sufferings, how eternal are they;

Killings, how brutal are they, O.

O, my heart bleeds for thee:

O, my heart bleeds for thee: