The poppy

Oh! The grief represented by the black of my appearance,

the blood represented by the red,

the pride of me & other poppies in all nations,

was all the power and hope in me.

 

Soon after growing in No Man’s Land,

I lost the hope and tranquillity,

when all bullets fought with courage,

and men fell fearlessly.

 

After silence pierced the world,

my friends grew flawlessly,

suddenly a drop of blood fell on me,

a passion died that day, a power died that day.

 

Irrespective of race, I’m here with pride,

to show the strength of love,

the love between the living and the dead,

REMEMBER: our heroes were the ones who conquered defeat…

By Tarushi

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Poetry

Tarushi Parashar View All →

Hi! I am a 13-year-old currently studying in the Netherlands. For 5 years, I was studying in London and moved to India for some time in July 2019. First of all, I love playing the western flute and have been playing for quite a few years now. Playing and also, listening to music is definitely my passion. Some sports I enjoy playing are badminton, netball, swimming, football, cricket (these are the top 5!). Ok, so let’s talk about poetry. I wrote my first poem in a primary school in England and this inspired me to start writing poems on WordPress. Some of my recent poems are about global issues such as climate change, depression, bullying etc. Writing poetry is another passion of mine…so, check out my poems on WordPress. I don’t know what else I could say here so, hope you love my poems…..happy reading!!

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