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The flood left a cavity.
It came in without mercy,
It removed and ripped what I held onto,
It took away what I loved,
But it's ironic that a flood of love removed all the love that I ever had.
The flood diluted it's impurities with my purities.
Dipendu Das Mar 2018
Weeping his cheeks he goes from man to man.
With his heart covered with desire to get some grain.
Still no mercy, still no gain.
He gets nothing but a sorrowful pain.
Walking on footpath,
Suddenly his eyes fall on the garbage pail.
He discovered the left of people's food thrown on the pail.
He tried to took out the food to eat.
But dogs were too rushed into it.
As they were too hungry indeed.
He had no chance to get some food to eat.
He questioned his fortune, ‘Does he doesn't have right to live ?’
With the pretty pain,
He just forgot to live again.
Hunger and Beggary is the problem of all times and ages... Universal appeal to hunger...
Skaidrum Feb 2018
i.

Death; just an old dog
still trying to learn new tricks;
To soften our grief.
Of the haiku series
i. mercy

© Copywrite Skaidrum
Those outstretched arms upon the Cross
beckon to you their embrace;
not as a thrall loth to return to cruel master,
but as a child fain towards his father!

Howsoever far we fall from the path,
the yearning of nail-pierced hands calls.
Amidst hateful sin and wrothfulness,
we comprehend not such unwarranted mercy.
Inspired by Kristin Lavransdatter.
refy Feb 2018
How can you ever picture a war?

Is it by the screams of innocent people;

As they break the silence of the aftermath?

Or is it by the piles of ****** bodies;

Enveloped with foul smell and black, thick flies?



How can you ever imagine the battles?

Can you feel how it's like;

To hold your own flesh and blood in your hands?

Can you even relate;

How your skin rips apart by cold steel?



How can you ever put yourself in their shoes?

The guilt and the rush;

As you pull the trigger and explode their heads?

The sound of cracking bones and spurting blood;

As you dive your knife deep into their hearts?



How can you even dare to think about the fallout?

A loud cry of a young boy;

Holding his father's limbs?

A banging shriek of a woman;

Holding her baby without head?



A silent weep of a young girl;

Holding her broken doll as her house burns down?

The sobbing tears of a man;

Holding his beloved whom burnt to a crisp?



HOW ? HOW? HOW CAN YOU EVER PICTURE A WAR?





.... I can't
Somi kaushik Jan 2018
This is the end of her story


A girl who is barely of the age of seven
Had to face this ****
Tortured marks on her face
And her crushed tongue
Proves an inhuman nature of those ****** people

Let the god gives peace to her soul
And at least an order of shame to that kidnaper, ******, murderer, and what not...
For the harassment of a lovely daughter


In this age..
In this age..
When she doesn't even know what a ****** stands for
She struggled her last days in his bare hands, demanding mercy for her own self

Humanity cried, the day when she got ***** and killed

Where are the local lawmakers?
Who doesn't even know what their own law sense for them.
Where are the Police Force?
Are they still chilling in their apartments
And waiting for an order to execute their plan
Did everyone fall asleep when this little girl got dumped into the garbage pile.

This was the end 
Of Zanaib's Story 
Which started with Unknown cases and 
End with a Candle march glory..
I wrote this poem on 12th of January but couldn't post it. And very sorry for the late post
Umi Jan 2018
The size of Allah,
Is more than my little mind can handle, it makes me stay in awe
We are but none existent if you would compare
Just remember, my children, to fulfill your prayer
His mercy if far bigger than his wrath
He wants us to stick to his path
The path which he has picked for us,
So do not follow the devil, for he only means us harm
My children,educate yourselfs and think of God, he keeps us warm
Think about all blessings you have recieved
Even the ones you wouldn't have believed in
For your own sake, please don't commit sin
It is far better to be righteous and pure
Righteous deeds are for a sick heart some kind of cure
Indeed, he is the one who created the heaven with might
And he is the one who constantly expands it. Has this switched a light ?
This is just one of many signs you can find
Now rest, it  is already night...
Let us sleep, then tomorrow do what's right

~ Umi
Mercy the one who no longer feels
She has been through a lot
Bless her who gives to people
She has nothing for herself
Love her who loves everyone
She has always been alone.
Have pity on her.
She is tired.
Death is her only resolve now.
And there i felt something. A realization that i have a lot of friends but i am always alone.
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