She stands in askance, <br />with her son steeped in hunger <br />half clad half fed keeping her head into sorrows <br />begs for a living a day in mute silence <br /> <br />behind the barbed wire fence <br />when her voice touches the thrumming leaves <br />latching on to her horizon distracting <br />out of her love lost in reek of war in anger. <br /> <br />her passion intently descicated like falling leaf <br />when her pain piercing her smile like petals <br />falling from its whorle beaten by the rain <br />oozing out the tears of blood from her vein<br /><br />Dr subhendu kar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tears-of-blood-3/
