Kiss the ground beneath your feet,
its moving under you,
it may pull itself,
from under you,
unleashing the savage.
The twisted homes,
the wooden pillars,
crushing a woman,
baby in womb,
the silent cries.
The dog,
alone in the home,
burning,
unconscious,
fire eating away flesh,
flesh,
bone,
a silent death.
A school,
a flash flood,
little souls,
swept away,
drowning,
silently.
Kiss the ground,
when it moves,
it kills,
silently.
5 comments:
I really appreciate your writings.
The last para is touching -
Kiss the ground
when it moves
it kills
silently
That was simply beautiful!
I was dumb struck after reading it ...
It explains the emotions is such a subtle way!
This is good poetry....what moves must eventually die and/or kill.
I have copied it at my blog (with all credits due, but without any dues :-)), hope that is ok, if not let me know, it shall go off.....
http://spinningawheel.blogspot.com/2007/09/post-317-stolen-bits-of-poetry.html
@ goutam - thanks so much, i remember writing this during a natural disaster that occured in india, cant remember which one at present.
@ mesmerized - thangoo soo much!seriously?? umm... thanku.. *humbled*
@amitabh - no worries... i read the post..all cool! it's really nice to know that you liked the poem so much so that you published it on your blog... cheers.. and thanks again.
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