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Poem By Shimanta Bhattacharyya

Iridescent drops of blood
Gleaming like scattered beads
Upon a desert of virgin snow
Bear a mute testimony

To somebody’s twisted lust.
The terrible hungers
Of a famished land
Record in their throes

The birth of gun-toting messiahs
And a feeble pulse
Of a primeval storm that echoes
Gory tales of a divided hearth.

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Gory tales of a divided hearth.... thts what it has come to... anguish expressed quite effectively
Kashimr is a wound gave us from past, for the painful future...good poem
beautiful write well i wish i could write like that.. comment me if you will..thanks for the write