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The ceremony of death
I was thinking of
Bleakness Of our time
The loss of peace
For our religious power
It stinks amid the dead soldiers
Of wars thorough miles
Of buildings had laid in ruins
And all those dead kids horrify
Our dreams of better world
Along with our destination
It is nothing more
Than those bombs
To bombard cities of people
They have prayed before
A fire raid
The ceremony of death
It had begun with air strike
In the sullen sky and shuddered
Sullenly I stared
Out of window
Dead moms in the murky morning
They had lain on their dead kids
The Dead end for all
They ran away from that night
2 comments
âOfâ on line 2 surely should be âof.â
âOf buildings had laid in ruinsâ should surely lose the âhad.â
To name just a few.
With unanimous votes
Canât alter the fate of innocent people
They have killed so far
We always look for votes
Rather than writing a poem
About people have never found peace in their lives...
Whatâs our role as a poet?
To reveal deep thoughts and feelings
They represent our aesthetic point of views
For every aspect of human lives
Or we trying to show dreams of better tomorrow
The road not taken
Both roads are the same
But I always love to take the one
I know itâs the same as the other one
So thatâs good poem or bad poem makes difference
Who cares?
Who wants to be top of list?
Iâm still trying to find my role
As you commented itâs not a good poem
I entirely agree with u
Please tell me all weakness of this poem
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