Studded minefields
a treacherous heaven
battletank joyrides
A K four seven
Dried up bread
and empty canteen
oh ! what a paradise
sure it has been
Silence pouring
from innocent faces
gazes boring
in hopeless traces
with leaden eyes
they're asking, why
there's crimson blood
on crayon skies ?
(dedicated to the children of war torn regions)
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Silence pouring
from innocent faces
gazes boring
in hopeless traces
with leaden eyes
they're asking, why
there's crimson blood
on crayon skies ?
too good! get it published..
Oww u dint tell u write it! i thought its pilfered!
pardon moi!!
u r too good!!
>:D<
what abt the 3rd one??
The last stanza is really amazing and especially " crayon skies" ...beautifully put !!
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