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Ramzad Kumble Poem
I search for your smile in my dream,
Wrapped around my heart with your arms,
Now the dreams are shattered by arms,
Arms that break the hearts.
Rioters run through our gates with metallic arms,
Helplessly,I sit inside waiting for my day.
Now ,I'm afraid if I can have a dream,
Nor my sleep last long enough to have a dream.
Music of bullets is the only sound I can hear,
Music of yours I long to hear,
My dreams are now withered,
Now my only dream is the hope of meeting you.
Mom, I wish I could be close to you,
As we were a month back,
My moment of meeting you is nearby,
I see the bombs separating souls form each other,
I see the bombs effacing smiles.
Sitting within this dark room,
Has now become a routine wont,
Mom,It is you who can bring my smile back,
Mom,It is you who can deliver me from this dark room,
So true is your love,So is your soul.
Bombs are so close to me,
Rioters are wrapping the dead near me,
I am waiting for my day,
I am waiting for my soul,
I am waiting for my Mom!!!
Copyright © Ramzad Kumble | Year Posted 2016
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