They Are Poem by Neela Nath Das
They Are
The windows, doors
are broken.
The roofless house
is not home anymore!
Not a morsel of food
to eat or a glass
of water to drink!
Hatred like arsenic
has engulfed the
entire household.
They are away from
the rings of happiness.
He has turned off
the radio.........
So music is off!
The divided roads
will take her to
the world that's
out and out her own!
I feel as if this is the end of a lovely novel. but, sometimes, it is very sad, that, it is not the end of life yet. impressive...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/6/2024 1:25:57 PM # 1.0.0.1119
perhaps one day the things will change again, , , nice write, , ,