by Kirti V | Jan 26, 2024 | Poetry
Aura was sorrowful, With wails crooning against walls. Anguish sang songs, So sorrowful and unhappy. Sound of a bomb : not a lullaby Was raising up. Pain was all around, With humans torn apart. Blood was in motion, With no path to drift, As chunks of brawn, Of humans...
by Kirti V | Nov 24, 2023 | Poetry
Dust and fragments Covered the earth, That once was a garden. Instead of cherries on trees, It now had dried blood, And pieces of human flesh. Pebbles were replaced, With empty shells And metal fragments. The greenery gave way to, Grey,...
by Kirti V | May 1, 2023 | Mini Bytes, NaPoWriMo, Penmancy
The terrible sounds of blasts, oh! Unbearable. The stench of blood, flesh and smoke, makes us uneasy. What do you gain ye human, by spreading hatred? Please, let us grow up in peace, shed war, embrace love.
by Kirti V | Jan 6, 2023 | Ekphrastic, Poetry, SoulCraft
Hey dear mother, The clothes hanging up high, Seem to be enjoying more than us. Don’t they look free and relaxed, Whereas, we are struggling. Struggling to find a roof over our head, Call a piece of land as our own Or even claim that we belong to a...
by Kirti V | Jul 4, 2022 | Poetry
Oh! Mother mine, was it my fault? That I was born on your lap? Or is there something more to it? Don’t I deserve to live a life, With an identity and dignity? I saw dad fighting all through, Oh! Mother mine, was it my fault? Were you both born like...
