What else can the eyes do if not grieve at the dreadful sight of the world, drowning with terror?
How can they not well up at the thought of living among the homicides who aim to bury humanity?
How can they not tremble at the sight
Of physical tortures
Of grieving parents
Of weeping orphans
Of fuming places
Of smoky walls
Of falling bombs
Of sudden explosions
and oh, what not!
Is there any way to save the world?
Or any escape?
Is there any aid for these grieving eyes? -NP
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PoetryBecause this is how it goes: We dont read and write poetry because it's cute; we read and write poetry because we are the members of human race. And the human race is filled with passion, and medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pur...
