Mute Poets Poem by Madhu Kailas

Mute Poets



Today, to mindless killing
our poetry stands witness
with marble eyes.

Glass beads
roll like infinite dice
on our checkered fate.

A giant yawn swallows
mute poets
gulping for air.

Monday, September 1, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: war and peace
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