Putholi Arumugham T - WANDERING WORDSWORTH IN SRILANKA

I wandered lonely as a cloud over Srilanka
That floats on high o'er vales and hills
when all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of dying humans;
Beside the trench, beneath the trees,
crying and moaning in pain.


Enormous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never ending line
Along the margin and inside the No-war Zone
Ten thousand I saw at a glance
Trembling and weeping over their kins corpse.


The armoured vehicles and fighterjets shelled,
But they outdid the army in scream
A poet could not but cry for action,
Looking such a cold hearted genocide
I cried....and cried....but little thought
What agony the show to me had brought.


For aft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood
They flash upon that inward eye
And put me to shame for being human
And then my heart with bitterness fills,
And to lift my pen against the arms.



(This poem is my dedication to all the innocent Tamilians who are being killed in Srilanka)

Putholi Arumugham T

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