One can control production, but cannot control the creativity. Right now, I had one aim to burn 100 blanks at a rate of one per day and come up with a collection of a PoD for review.
I heard now peace was the talk of the town,
It’s said peace has comes back after years of turmoil,
Thousand died, more vanished in years of hate,
Tears still reveals out of windows,
Cry still snoop out of doors,
No daggers, no knives in street,
Just those patrolling guns and tanks,
Seems no one left to be killed,
Is this peace or a wait for the next legion to ripe in hate?
Who is killing whom? No one remember,
Who perished, who flourished?
Who got victory, who got defeated?
Mothers, fathers sons, daughters, wives, children lost relations,
Generals got salute now from one legged commanders,
Land won is no good, where are the men to plough,
They died in abundance from any side,
I pity myself, if you do not hear any uproar,
It is made to be peace has come to town,
It can be talk of town, but it can never be part of your life?
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1 comments:
touchy..deep thoughts poured into it ....its a true picture
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