A letter to the war kids

Your lukewarm tears are mine,
And my butterfly laughter is yours,
From the land of flowers and dreams,
I like to send chocolates and fairytales
And on the wings of fresh air,
Fragrance of newly ripe grain,
But I can't share your rotten bread like destiny
Dancing giggles from village's little school;
Bright sunshine future
Cold moonlight tenure
Are also for you
Pearls woven in thread of pain,
Please sparkles in my neck
And broken words of happiness
Please ornament my poems




Poetry by Aashish Thakur
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Written on 2006-08-02 at 09:36

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Dejan
In the wind, tall trees sway,
and the young sprouts
tremble.

If you want to meet sadness itself,
visit war orphans in any children's centre...

I believe that you have already known
everything like that...
2007-01-17


Evelyn
This is so well written....Its just great...I really like it:)
2006-08-09


Teala
Beautiful, rich and colourful, I love it!
2006-08-02