Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download it, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.
Enter Title (Not Required)
Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required That night amidst cries, clamours, din, When coffin scandal headlines claimed, We shuddered— such was stench of sin, Those in snow felt ash grey, ashamed, In sullied caskets feeling ill, But lay still, stunned, shocked by surprise Their valour frost, vain felt their will, Frost bitten, battered, somewhat wise, Those done to death but not wood-bound, Peered out from their snow-covered face, Shocked, surprised, by news snow-drowned, Would they ever regain lost grace? Pondering on greed of a man, Of those on a decision-making chair, To what lowly depth fall they can, The stink was felt in frozen air. Yet, such things go on from times old, Let us not lose our well-earned rest, Why worry on what we’ve no hold, We’ve duly done our honest best. Let’s lose not our well-deserved sleep, None can one’s dark taints sanguine paint, Let Judgment Day come, said a saint, They’ll a deserved karmic crop reap. But we still wondered deep within: If those wanton souls saner be, Wrapped in a life of utter sin, If their sordid deeds ever see. There still lingered a nagging doubt, Our sacrifice would go in vain, The truth if ever would come out, That, culprits might innocence feign. Whilst we wondered as never ere, Whilst the clamours carried on still, As frozen hearts could no more bear, Still colder felt the nightly chill. _____________________________________ Happenings | 06.08.2008, revised July 2022| Poet’s note: A disgrace called ‘Coffin Scandal' in the purchase of coffins for dead soldiers, it claimed headlines in newspapers for a long time. This poem takes off from it and depicts an imaginary dialogue between the departed souls of dead soldiers (it was the war with Pakistan in snowy wilderness of Ladakh) and the sentinels of life after death: Was after all their sacrifice in vain?
Enter Author Name (Not Required)