Nooruddeen Mathilakathveetil

Rookie - 8 Points (Jan 8-1952 / Perinnanam)

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  • Rookie Jenna Bean (4/2/2010 3:23:00 PM)

    i love your poems!
    you are an awesome writer!

  • Rookie Eirelav Nicole Garcia (2/26/2010 8:21:00 PM)

    I like this poem.. i enjoy the way that it goes right to the point of terrorism.... u should write more like this.

  • Rookie - 8 Points Nooruddeen Mm (7/5/2009 3:37:00 PM)

    These below comments are related to my 'SMUDGE OF BLOOD'

  • Rookie Grand Master 'hud' (7/1/2009 10:10:00 AM)

    'Terrorist, and terrorism within any country is the down fall of all great nations....this goes against the will of all free people, and the laws of the universe, and should never be accepted, or condoned by anyone. Their just coldbloodied killers who rape the World of free people just like a child molester! ' NO Honor.

    Outstanding poem, very visual in words, cuts right to the heart of death with no grey area.

    Master 'Hud'

  • Rookie Kristina B; Williams (6/26/2009 5:58:00 PM)

    READ SMUDGE OF BLOOD..IM AM HORROR STRICKEN, IT WAS AS IF I WAS WATCHING THE NEWS, BUT LIVING IN THE GRIEF OF THE MOTHER..WE AMERICANS HAVE OUR OWN CASUALITIES OF WARS, THE WARS OF STREETS, DRUGS, COUNTRIES..BUT WE HEAR AND SEE WHAT ONLY WE WANT TO.THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR OPENING MY EYES, TO THE WARS, AND AFFLICTIONS OF YOUR COUNTRY, YOUR WAR...WILL GLADLY READ MORE, AFTER IM DONE REPLYING..PLEASE BE SO KIND AS TO READ MY 3 LATEST..FIGHTING TIME, IN THE MIDDLE,6 ACTS/ROLES..THANKS AGAIN 4 THE INVITE..I GAVE YOU N SMUDGE OF BLOOD 10..WOULD OF GIVEN IT A HUNDRED IF I COULD

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Smudge of Blood

Here, this smudge of blood,
Of a tender boy of eleven,
Soaked thru the tarmac,
Yet to be dried, still wet and warm!

An innocent young lad,
Fades-in my mind,
Your bag! Your bag!
Picking up a shopping bag,
Shouting and chasing the biker,
Who slings the bag into the crowd,
And cruises at a high speed.
Shouting repeatedly in vain,
Albeit he ran a bit far away from the crowd,
Your Bag! Your Bag!
Still shouting...

Oh! Sudden, the shopping bag explodes
Shredding in to pieces, the poor boy.
Scattering around his fresh flesh ...

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