End The Game Poem by Aftab Alam
End The Game
Killing-killing-killing everywhere there is killing
Flood of blood, tears and cries without healing
Gun and the powder are the fruit of festive time
For cruelty they act, for religion they lay mine!
Religion stood alone with tears without trust
We lost the core of the peace and sat on crust
And sky above us, worth musing mirth of pine
Peace-peace-peace we recite being a supine
Slowly, merrily, gaily humanity falls into ocean
And the sun of heaven dying in rolling motion
And moon on her face, the scar dark looks nice
Meteors are the crackers of hell for the vice
Still time is there for a ugly ending of cry
Still time is there for lovely beginning of shy.
Aftab. You have obviously had an experience of war that I hope I will never experience. Like you I wish for peace to reign and replace the wars we see raging. Peace, perfect peace! In this dark world of sin? The blood of Jesus whispers peace within.
Still time is there for a ugly ending of cry Still time is there for lovely beginning of shy. A great write, God made laws to avoid blood sheds not for promotion of blood sheds.
Yes! When will the world learn peace? Great piece of work. Thanks for sharing it with us. E.K.L.
We have to live in peace and harmony with everybody we meet. A lovely poem Aftab
We have to live in peace and harmony with all those we come in contact with. A lovely poem aftab
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I would like to translate this poem
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Sun of heaven is dying in rolling motion, Are we not suns of heaven and dying every moment without knowing eternal truth that is there within us ! my dear poet, Very fine poem. thanks.10