O Earth! All bathed with blood and tears,
Survived by destitution and unending fears.
Once terrain of heavenly delight and peace,
Now resembles the living hells stubborn scene.
Sound of bullet rocks the cradle of our pristine core
And dismantles the hope of our enlightened soul
Along with the violence and its compact root hold
In this untainted soil, where once peace used to grow
Passing through the vital segment of its existence
World is on the threshold of abysmal deterioration
If this deterioration continues as greedy mans fervor
Then in near future, Earth’s fortitude would crumble
Life is in itself uncertain, but it is further uncertain
Here in this land, cause God doesn’t decide death
But our own brothers decide the destiny of our life
God is dead, so peace is detachment dreams strife
Brothers fighting amid themselves with deep temper
Proves that the blood is still thinner than the water
In this land grappled by hyper instinctive frustration,
Where adversity too is hyped with materialization
Violence blossoms in the paddy field and hate ripens
The sour fruit of the trees, adversity attacks the adore
And dismantles the ray of peace before the dire dusk
This is the story of Earth enshrouded by bloody dust
In the midst of this entire horrendous pain, we still see
Far off, the silhouette of the scintillating illumination,
And stare them with unfathomable sanguinity within
Praying for the extermination of this nauseating scene
What could it be but adorable pliable love, will cure all
Melting into its dazzling radiance, abhorrence will fall
Into the abyss of love, far off the obscurity filled dome
From the unsympathetic stone cold conceited hearts
Copyright 2003 Bhuwan Thapaliya
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Reviews of "O Earth! All Bathed With Blood And Tears"
Reviewed by Richard Vallance (Reader)
Reviewed on November 7, 2003
And, pray tell, how ON EARTH can
From the unsympathetic stone cold conceited hearts
even HEAR love?
Fat chance of that!
Splendid and profound insight!
Richard Vallance
Reviewed by Tien Avielle (Reader)
Reviewed on February 7, 2003
"...pliable love" - I think this is the answer, Bhuwan - emphasis on "pliable" ...
acceptance, tolerance, understanding...LOVE.
Reviewed by Marco Landi (Reader)
Reviewed on February 7, 2003
today's truth becomes an enemy, tomorrow snowfall in the shadow where remorse surround existence....tell the story
remind them of lost love and found sorrow.....Marco
great words, how true of this life, keep up the good work,
Reviewed by kay p m-devenish
Reviewed on February 7, 2003
Powerful poem....well done!
Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
Reviewed on February 7, 2003
Very well done. Good vs. Evil, it will never end.
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on February 7, 2003
Bhuwan, "From the unsympathetic stone cold conceited hearts," .... some of these hearts will never be melted by love. It is shame what vile things man imposes on man. Write you write is so true. Bill Murray
Reviewed by THOTA RAO (Reader)
Reviewed on February 7, 2003
well written....a sorrowful path is expressed with crystal clear...yes we are unable to learn many things...thanks for sharing
Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
Reviewed on February 7, 2003
Powerful Bhuwan..this touched my heart so much....Floria
Reviewed by the phantom pheonix (Reader)
Reviewed on February 7, 2003
Very powerful imagery I like it alot you bring us to shivers at we look at war and it's destruction of the earth around us nice job!!
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And, pray tell, how ON EARTH can
From the unsympathetic stone cold conceited hearts
even HEAR love?
Fat chance of that!
Splendid and profound insight!
Richard Vallance
acceptance, tolerance, understanding...LOVE.
remind them of lost love and found sorrow.....Marco
with with heartfelt imagery.
William
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