Mercy My Lord…
Flowers Blossom in the Valley of Love,
Day begins with the Flight of Dove...
Nature adorns the earth beneath,
The blue glorifies the sky above...
Two Parted friends still
Trying to resolve...
A matter that bathed in red
And turned a friend into Foe...
Jokers of Hell, break into the dark,
They shower the bullets,
On the dog that bark...
Fear the child, fear the Mother,
Fear the life of the old...
This is the time,
When the prayers behold,
Breathe of the victims
Me and You...
Those Jokers known as terrorists,
Shatter our dreams and,
Spoil our feast...
Leaves the letter Unfold,
Of beloved far away...
Mercy My Lord,
Your children yell for your love...
-Nishita Chaudhary..
Flowers Blossom in the Valley of Love,
Day begins with the Flight of Dove...
Nature adorns the earth beneath,
The blue glorifies the sky above...
Two Parted friends still
Trying to resolve...
A matter that bathed in red
And turned a friend into Foe...
Jokers of Hell, break into the dark,
They shower the bullets,
On the dog that bark...
Fear the child, fear the Mother,
Fear the life of the old...
This is the time,
When the prayers behold,
Breathe of the victims
Me and You...
Those Jokers known as terrorists,
Shatter our dreams and,
Spoil our feast...
Leaves the letter Unfold,
Of beloved far away...
Mercy My Lord,
Your children yell for your love...
-Nishita Chaudhary..
.....amazing!
ReplyDeleteyou got the words to express! and how....just perfect! It seems you have hands on pen! Keep it up and what you will have best joy of creativity. Not everyone can have it. Thanks for sharing your poem, nice one!
Thank you so much, Harsh.. keep inspiring..
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