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A glimpse of devastated home

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Susil Pun and William Okello Kadima |  05 March 2017

 

Selected poems

 

 

A glimpse of devastated home

Once upon a time it used to be a beautiful city.

Suddenly it turned into a yard of sorrow and pity.

Yes, you and me both are scared of dark black clouds.

Because it brings you rain,

But to us missiles and grave.

Wish to survive here is just like a sea wave.

Uproars of bullets and projectiles had became our alarm.

Hearing it and running for life.

And watching own city burning down.

Ambulance rushes to the spot with loud sirens, but noisier were the cry of women's pleading for help.

All we did was scream and watch like a wolf's whelp.

Everything was crushed here from hearts to home.

Many lost their life, wife, Daddy and Mom.

How will you feel if an anonymous burnt you for nothing?

How will you feel if an unknown seared your brother and people for nothing?

They took away every felicity they could.

Left with widows, injured people and orphan kids,

What made us alive were these innocent kids' grin and wet eyelids.

No matter which area,

Nobody ever suffers like people did in Syria ...

 

— Susil Pun

 

 

 

Angels don't travel

So true angels never travel

On canning and winding roads

I was the road of patience, humility and love

With so much glamour at the end

But in the language of angels I hear

The light and the end

Took too long to light up

 

Her name was mercy

Her tongue sweet and watchful

But her heartbeat had an affinity to gold

The sky is golden

But it was never her limit

She swiped and swaggered on

Limitless love for limitless bounties

 

She preferred to fly

Burn her wings and virtues in the course

And now deep in the hollow corridors of my heart

I hear her footsteps, walking and panting

The echo of her calls and breathe so faint

Once a goddess, now damned by God!

 

— William Okello Kadima

 


Susil PunSusil Pun is a Nepalese writer.


William Okello Kadima William Okello Kadima is a final year marketing student at Strathmore university Kenya.

 


Susil Pun and William Okello Kadima


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Well done Susil bro..your poem deserves its place..keep writing.. With lots of love and blessage

Milan tamang 06 March 2017

God bless you Susil and William. The world is so very much in need of poets.

Patricia Taylor 07 March 2017

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