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Poetry Critical 2.0

Hey guys, Donald here.

In a few weeks, this site will be 9 years old. 9 years! And I still know some of the earliest submissions by heart.

But, boy. That’s like 102 in web-years. So it’s time for something new. I’m building that something now with my nights-and-weekend minutes (and plenty of coffee). Buy me a cup?

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Random Poem:

Rueful song of a soldier
yatri

Wearing Bullet proof vest and a machine gun
 1
I marched forth to an unknown sun
 2
Pluming, The man I had dream to become
 3
Carrying broad shoulder and shallow heart I marched on
 4
 
 
Enemies chartless of our arrival were resting
 5
Under fierce sun and dusty plane
 6
With dry throat and heavy heart
 7
Morosely I too played the game
 8
 
 
Gun fire and bombs passed every nuke they ever sat on
 9
And bludgeoned their lair
 10
Merciless metal tore them apart
 11
Lit my benevolence in glare
 12
 
 
Every day or night we fought in the battlefield
 13
Like a crimson lake of fire, it was in quiver
 14
We left mortals to bathe in their own blood
 15
And took with us, only awe and shiver
 16
 
 
One night under the silvery moon I remember
 17
We raided! Displayed necessary but lost cause
 18
We plummeted many to death
 19
Left few only with nightmares to pause
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As we were leaving the ruins
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I heard footsteps approaching me with a shriek
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It was a 10 year old boy
 23
With a knife, disgust and reek
 24
 
 
I held his tiny limbs in my robust hands
 25
Told him to go back to his lair
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He resisted, he revolted and cried
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There is no home anymore! You've killed all my dear!
 28
 
 
I pushed him back to the ground
 29
And turned in despair
 30
I heard a gunshot followed
 31
Tangled my soul in fear
 32
 
 
I didn't look back but knew
 33
My friend did what his fallacy proved to be worth
 34
I hollowed my soul to find God and questioned him
 35
But apart from silence nothing came forth
 36
 
 
That day I decided to leave everything behind
 37
I enshrouded my kin
 38
I am still standing straight, unscratched, unharmed
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But bleeding within
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