Moo

I hear a sad cry of a cow from a slaughterhouse.
That echoes and accompanies in my sojourn.
Wherever I go I hear that sad melody.
In Seagull’s shriek and the ferocious waves of the sea,
A child’s cry in the cradle for milk when mother delays the feeding.
A man’s cry when in hungry and a bullet pierce in the battlefield.
The whole life is a shout expressing emotion,
That resembles the poor cow’s moo in the slaughterhouse.

I dedicate this poem to my silent hidden friend Denis. Joe

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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