Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Blood has been harder to dam back than water.
Just when we think we have it impounded safe
Behind new barrier walls (and let it chafe!),
It breaks away in some new kind of slaughter.
We choose to say it is let loose by the devil;
But power of blood itself releases blood.
It goes by might of being such a flood
Held high at so unnatural a level.
It will have outlet, brave and not so brave.
weapons of war and implements of peace
Are but the points at which it finds release.
And now it is once more the tidal wave
That when it has swept by leaves summits stained.
Oh, blood will out. It cannot be contained.

this is the most suitable poem to describe what is happening  now...

flood...

the most beautiful sight...

yet the most painful experience to lean on...

it was five years ago...

this ugly monster struck and destroy everything in his path...

including human nest....

jitra...

such wonderful town...

blown up in minutes..

now...

this ugly monster just woke up...

more stronger...

more violent..

this mother dont give any opportunity at all...

she rules us...

after we take over this earth from her...

i wonder if this a boon or bane..