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A tiny seed bottled inside, once broke out into a poem. The poetess loved it so much that even the spelling mistakes were spared.

Friday, June 29, 2007

Granny Writes

People! Each one a warring island!
Like kids they fight
But do they mend it like kids?
I know you are one of ‘em
You know something?
I am them too.
Come let’s fight and survive
The vulture beaks seeking flesh
The earth that thirsts for blood.
Let’s plot against each other
You are young and agile
I am old and wise
Let’s fight till one of us die
But be careful! War is never fair.

4 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

nice work!!! cheers

1:59 pm  
Blogger dumka said...

everything is fair in war(and love).. except for the war itself. that is what i got from it. good use of words. the vulture beaks are very good in generating thoughts.. good work..

11:03 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

reminds me so of that poem we learnt in school--something by kamala das--about a silver hot sun or something--a line that says children are such funny things..and went on to describe how cruel children can be without ever meaning to be:)good work gal:)
leena

4:05 pm  
Blogger manan guju said...

and reminds me of a song called zombie by the cranberries.

9:22 pm  

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