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 | 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...
by Kirti V | Apr 18, 2022 | Poetry
An eerie silence shrouded the air, Unusual that was, As kids were part of the daily affair. An armed troop was the reason, For the vibrant air to turn chill, Even during this festive season. Two shots, one hit the wall, And one to the tree, ...
by Kirti V | Mar 12, 2022 | Poetry
People need to be alive, For countries to survive The colour of blood, bones and flesh Are the same, when you see it gush. Then, why wage a war On people who are unknown and afar? Post war, you observe, It’s all dust and ash that’s served. The colour...
