Sounds of the heart. Whispers of the soul.

Bomb Blasts – First thought

I sit in the darkness staring into nothingness.
My thoughts wandering to the blasts in the daylight.

I feel sad and sorry at the affected   people’s plight.
But hurt most at the repeated abuse to this glorious country of mine.

Stripped of its rich green blanket by gold-diggers and the corrupt.
Raped over and over by the greed and lust of mankind.

2 responses

  1. I came to your blog from MesAyah and loved your comment about’ Words are our saviours’. I put a reply to you on MesAyah’s blog so hope you’ll find it!
    I love this poem and will look forward to following you.
    All the best

    March 30, 2012 at 2:58 pm

    • Thank you very much for taking time and noticing my comments 🙂

      Glad you like my poem.

      I am sure I am going to enjoy your blog too as i start following and exploring it!



      March 30, 2012 at 8:30 pm

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