PRICE FOR VIOLENCE

Iwas grown up
in a country
The people--peace loving
The soil-- nourishing
The air---healing

In my dream
I often found myself
Trodding along the familiar path
that led to a blissful abode
I wake up...the path lost

My country once
the home of bliss
turned into the den of lion
that moves openly and fearlessly
with a foul intention

The roads and gardens
infested by happy couple
now turned into a butchery
with strayed corpse violated and mutilated
the daughters of my country

I lived in a big family
united by love and care
now divided by violence and hatred
lost faith and hope
since the violence visited my country

Now the air of my country is foul
the soil produces blood and corpse
the family broken and lost
happiness ceased to exist
my country lost rest and peace forever.....




Poetry by Amar Gurung
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Written on 2009-08-12 at 06:17

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