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The thunder is the sinner… It sins to defy the clouds. It roars for the agony, yells curses at the gloom.
And oh! How the world gasps at the sight of that war!

Those tiny drops of water… the ones to abandon the magnificence of the heavens… the ones to fall on the loathed and barren fields. They will be cursed for their compassion!

Those clouds… those cruel and audacious clouds, they just deprived the world of its light. They dared to contempt the sun. They will be doomed with the wrath of coward hearts… The ones who are scared of the dark.

These winds… they must be held for causing bereavement. They left another house in drought. They left the thirsty throats suffering… dry and choking… to bring rains to another land of arid torture.

All of these… they are sinners.

Guilty…

They must be sued…

For caressing the wounds of the broken hearts…
For bringing love to the despised…
For bringing peace to the devastated…
For bringing hope to the forlorn…

That is how the world works…
We need to follow the law of the land…

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45 Comments on “The sinners…”

  11. This poem’s soo deep and I liked the way you depicted the clouds and stuff like a living beings .
    You just filled life in them
    Plus it brings forth the injustice that the people who deserve water aren’t getting it and the ones getting it are not worth it .
    It’s an amazing poem
    10/10

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    • Thank you so much Suyash! I am so glad you like my work! Thanks for such a beautiful comment, it made my day 💕
      Yeah! I agree. The ones getting the rains aren’t even grateful for what they get! I am so glad that the vision could reach across 😃
      Thanks for stopping by!
      Have a great day ahead 🙂

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  14. I read this and I don’t know why I can’t see my comment 🤔 it requires some very deep soul to write such words, the images you draw are philosophical and poignant! We need to follow the law of the land indeed!
    Amazing as usually Gauri 😊💕

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    • I agree! Recently, some comments have been vanishing from WordPress! I don’t even know how! My spam section is empty, but people tell me that they commented and I just can’t see those 😵😵
      Thank you so so so much huguette!🤗🤗💕💕
      Your comments always overwhelm me and fill me with a lot of happiness! I am so glad that you like my work!🤗
      Very true! We need to follow the law of the land 🙂
      Thank you so much once again! Have a great day ahead 😊💕

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Our history has known cages;⁣ Of all kinds and characters.⁣ The one with bars of gold⁣ And the others with floors of grave dirt.⁣ The ones which held the innocent⁣ And the others which freed the ghouls.⁣ ⁣ But not very often,⁣ When you walk through the pages⁣ Of your own history,⁣ You land up⁣ Imprisoned.⁣ ⁣ Imprisoned behind the walls of⁣ Some doomed silvered glasses.⁣ Imprisoned to a cage of mirrors.⁣ Imprisoned to yourself.⁣ ⁣ Up until this moment,⁣ The clock hands never echoed louder.⁣ Up until this moment,⁣ The questions never sent shivers down your spine.⁣ ⁣ The clock now,⁣ Is running on a timeless retreat.⁣ The questions now,⁣ Come for YOU,⁣ From yourself.⁣ ⁣ Who are you?⁣ Why are you?⁣ Where are you?⁣ ⁣ You run to the mirrors,⁣ Banging at each one of them,⁣ Hoping to⁣ Either knock the glass out⁣ Or make your hand bleed the answers.⁣ ⁣ None happens.⁣ Nothing shatters.⁣ Nothing bleeds.⁣ All fall silent.⁣ ⁣ Then,⁣ You begin⁣ To hear⁣ Clearer than ever.⁣ ⁣ You begin to hear your soul hum,⁣ As faint as a whisper,⁣ But as clear as a woman weeping⁣ On a dark moonless night.⁣ ⁣ Your soul hums to you,⁣ How⁣ You⁣ Are a handful of Earth;⁣ Fertile, magical,⁣ Yet forgotten.⁣ ⁣ You⁣ Are a waterfall;⁣ You fall down ⁣ The damp rotten roof⁣ Of an old cave⁣ Standing right in the middle of an enchanted forest.⁣ ⁣ You⁣ Are a gentle breeze,⁣ Flowing through an Orphan's hair⁣ On nights when he misses having a Mother.⁣ ⁣ You⁣ Are a ball of fire⁣ Burning inside an old lantern⁣ Lighting up someone's dark world.⁣ ⁣ You ⁣ Are the limit of the skies;⁣ Unknown!⁣ ⁣ You are a poem⁣ With all the five elements⁣ Entwined in your heart.⁣ ⁣ So,⁣ When next time⁣ The world asks you⁣ To introduce yourself⁣ Tell them;⁣ "I am life"⁣ ⁣
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