I wandered lonely as a cloud over Srilanka <br />That floats on high o'er vales and hills <br />when all at once I saw a crowd, <br />A host, of dying humans; <br />Beside the trench, beneath the trees, <br />crying and moaning in pain. <br /> <br /> <br />Enormous as the stars that shine <br />And twinkle on the milky way, <br />They stretched in never ending line <br />Along the margin and inside the No-war Zone <br />Ten thousand I saw at a glance <br />Trembling and weeping over their kins corpse. <br /> <br /> <br />The armoured vehicles and fighterjets shelled, <br />But they outdid the army in scream <br />A poet could not but cry for action, <br />Looking such a cold hearted genocide <br />I cried....and cried....but little thought <br />What agony the show to me had brought. <br /> <br /> <br />For aft, when on my couch I lie <br />In vacant or in pensive mood <br />They flash upon that inward eye <br />And put me to shame for being human <br />And then my heart with bitterness fills, <br />And to lift my pen against the arms. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />(This poem is my dedication to all the innocent Tamilians who are being killed in Srilanka)<br /><br />Putholi Arumugham T<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wandering-wordsworth-in-srilanka/
