Sunday, May 11, 2008

Yay.. My poem

I wrote this poem for an anti-war project

And it won...

It is actually the feelings of a child, a survivor of a bomb blast where everything has been ruined all his relations have been killed in the blast…

Here is the poem


Here I stand

With nothing to do

In need of a helping hand

To carry me and go.

I want to go up high

And touch the stars
which will make a sigh

Amidst the roars.


I hear a boom!

My heart beats fast.

Across the room,

A rival haste


I haven’t got a place to rest,

No one to care.

Anything may happen next

Even sighting a human is rare.


God please take me away.

Second After second,

Day after day,

I suffer astray


Here I stand

With nothing to do

In need of a helping hand

To carry me and go.

-Sheba 21-9-07

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