March Poem by Shruti Goswami

March

Rating: 4.5


A long march
With a fearless mind
Tireless spirit
Without the hope of a victory
A hope for the future
A one of a kind.
Future?
Who has seen it?
Known it?
Has it shown itself
To the crusaders
Or the bystanders?
We leave all
All that we have
The present
We resent
And build sand castles
In useless pursuits
Towards the end of war
Worse still
Towards the end of love.

Tuesday, March 10, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: war and peace
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An awesome poem and Sand castle word felt.

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