Pain and Joy Pain and Joy

Pain and joy

Conflict of a dual life

The first drop of warm blood

Heals all the wound and pain

First look quenched my soul’s thirst

An unending joy of my heart..

No more lullaby to listen for new lives

Screams of men, chaos of artillery

Winds don’t carry the fragrance of flowers

It smells the stench of death

Streams taste of tears of mothers and orphans

My breast parched, grieves in pain

Beneath the crushed stones and bricks

Beneath the rotting flesh of my offspring

My womb shivers and sinks slowly down

in the cold blood that I parted to them An unending pain of a womb.

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