The Wall

All that remained
was the Wall
after the war

poking its head
through the rubble.
While the remnant
scoured for meaning
a child made its way
to the Wall
where the guns shot
to death, her very own.
She stared, long
at the pock marked wall
and found a window
a bullet hole of blue
piercing through the soot.
She put her eye to it
and saw what others couldn’t
a whole new world
of hope, of faith, of love, of peace
a little child peering through
the Wall
with a smile on her unmarred face.

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Suresh Chandra Rao.Nallapu DOB:23-08-1960 Place of Birth:Dhahran Saudi Arabia Nationality: Indian Age:54 Marital Status:Married Educational Q: MA.,M.Phil English Profession:English lecturer Andhra Christian College Residence: H.No 5-93-10 6/13 Brodipet Guntur-522002 Andhra Pradesh Musician self taught guitarist singer,free style artist poet and writer
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The futility of violence and bloodshed…beautifully expressed!


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