The birds are our witnesses
The birds are our narrators
The birds are our revealers
The fire was burning
The smoke was rising
The bombs were bombing
The people were dying
The guns were sounding
The folks were weeping
The rapists were raping
The kidnapers were abducting
The killer were killing.
All bad things were gone
All good things are come
Untranquil land it was
Tranquil land it is.
Uneducated people they were
Educated people they are.
Country's blood lakes and rivers it had
Country's fresh lakes and rivers it have.
The birds have unguilty eyes
The birds have verity mouths.
The birds are so innocents.
The birds will verbalise forever!!
#EDM.
A Search for Love’s Companion Terza Rhyma
If treach’rous men detain you in climes hot—
I’d battle sandstorms in the zenith noon,
Outwit the kidnapers –despoil their plot.
If you be lost at sea in dread typhoon,
Tho’ rescue ships may falter –all a ’shred--
I’d plunge shark-depths –prepared with my harpoon.
I knew my parents slept in true love’s bed--
Tho’ sought I substitutes—they’re empty shells--
(Refuse to think of lonely tears I’ve shed.)
Like Dante, I have glimpsed my share of hells,
But know that light exists in lover’s eyes--
In voice abides the intricacy of bells.
With diligence my search will carry on--
When our souls meet-- twill signify love’s dawn
V Anderson-Throop 29 July 2013 ©
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