DEATH OF ABSENCE

Death is in itself a profound absence, and the poem takes it to a higher level—the abject meaning of absence its own demise! War is the absence of sanity, and at the same time the death of sanity. No one is spared, even the children are fated as innocent lambs to the slaughter in the rumble of tanks, those metaphors on creaking tracks, wreaking deadly havoc in the streets—a child down, awaiting the boots says it all in a brutal, chilling, and succinct way. Thanks for another poem, Satish, that speaks so frightfully eloquent to the perils and suffering, past and present.- oxygon

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