Broken men
With the shards keep poking /stabbing women
Not one but many
Everywhere
Everyplace
Every minute
Even in space
Sometimes there’s blood drawn
Sometimes just pieces of skin
Sometimes bloodless flesh
And at times nothing
The shards
Become havens of / for biodiversity
The men go on
Poking / stabbing is way of life
Peace is nowhere to be seen
Even sleep is about strife
Wars don’t need fancy weapons
No swords, no knives
Just the shards of broken men
Fallen off the panes
Deep and profound.
Thank you Prabha Prakash
A brilliant and powerful literary work.
Thank you Vijay sir
Very touching poem
Thank you Pushmaotee Subrun
Women are always victims. When will this social status of women upgrade itself, just we worry, but submit ourselves……
True Geetha Ravindran. But this will change.
poignant and bold, dear poet. kudos