This Rain in My Eyes

  And this, this post is not meant to be here. Perhaps in the pages of my journal, or the back of my poetry book, but there, I feel as if it will rot away till it becomes a fossil, dug up and left to be decipher, but sadly, not understood, by the man of … Continue reading This Rain in My Eyes

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Mother of Three

Dedicated to the children of Syria,  You kids are the real heros.     --- It's not the melody of the birds, but the cry of a mother of three, Her meaningless words of despair, her unheard agony, That greets me every morning, but I've learnt to go to sleep, I tell myself that her devils aren't … Continue reading Mother of Three

Muted Volume

via Daily Prompt: Volume <a href="https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/volume/">Volume</a>   I watch her, that mother who cradles her child, On the screen, the reporters mute her volume, She holds the little one gently, but take a look at her eyes, And behold: a wild fire,the mayhem of a typhoon, From that hickory brown cliff comes a song, louder … Continue reading Muted Volume