Wasted Humanitarian Knowledge Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Wasted Humanitarian Knowledge

Rating: 5.0


Rock us boys, on your flat tops,
Shake us girls, in your weeping womb,
Take us both, to drill your hard shell,
Investigate us from where we could escape,

Eyes are popped out in ecstatic sprint,
Whether the martyr convocation is done,
Or not, collapsing of those humble dreams,
Dreamed under the olive trees barren bosoms,

Dates are there yet to ripe, to rewrite the events,
Enemies are heaped in dune, totally not bonded,
Fall down as a single grain, need to be greased,
our eyes are not flawed, when millions drown in tears.

Saturday, August 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: peace
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Akhtar Jawad 30 August 2014

A well written poem with a great message, without any hesitation ten out of ten.

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Tirupathi Chandrupatla 26 August 2014

Collapsing of those humble dreams captured with keen observations. Nice poem. Thank you.

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