As night draws late, she worries for her beloved.
Is he ok and does he think of her? Is he safe amidst
hunger, bombs, dusts and ashes in the air?
Will they see each other again under one sunny day?
When will this war come to an end?
When will her feelings stop torturing her?
Why should seconds or minutes seem
to be endless months, years or empty decades?
She holds the memories on her necklace
Sleeping on her nightly pillows of tears
And in silent dark nights, she raises her voice:
why war has robbed her joy with her beloved.
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October 17,2017
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She holds the memories on her necklace with emotion, feelings and tear. War brings hunger, bombs, dusts and ashes in the air. Such incidences provoke thought and we feel so sad. Every second the pain of separation acquires mind. This is a brilliantly perceived poem shared here.10
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