SOMETIMES I FEEL AMID THE CRIES / Poem by Türkan Ergör

Poem by Türkan Ergör
 
 
SOMETIMES I FEEL AMID THE CRIES
 
The countries are at conflict,
Fighting for nothing, just on frivolous differences,
Differences of colour and creed, race and region,
And they lavish plenty of human blood,
Men women young and old,
And children are dying, even infants in the cradles,
They cry for peace as the thirsty cry for water,
But the world is a wilderness, devoid of peace of peace.
 
Crinkles of smiles have gone from the faces,
Eye-balls move in the sockets, all silent,
Horrified, people have in their hands rifles,
Guns and grenades, and fly with the fighter jets,
Laded with bombs and shells,
And gadgets of biological war, the people yearn
For some redeemer to be rescued out
Of the quagmire wrapped in smoke and smell of explosives.
 
Though love, friendship and peace are the tales of olden times,
Yet crying and wailing of the affected are intolerable,
And seeing the people migrating,
Leaving the birth-abodes is heartrending,
We are all thirsty crying for the water of peace.
 
Our ears are eager to listen to the song of peace,
Harmony and love.
Sometime I feel amid the cries of pain,
Rumbles, grumbles of guns that I was sent by God
To change the wilderness of the world
Into the oasis of peace,
I am to stop the battles by holding hands of the men,
And stopping birth of the war heroes.
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