《||Winter Poetry Contest 2022||》| Contest #4 |
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The theme for your fourth round in this contest is :
A part of a person's energy field that is thrown away, lost or stolen and that now exists separately from and independently of that person.
This is going to be a challenge where you've to be creative/imaginative. You are nothing but a soul fragment ( or in short, an invisible soul) . What message would you try to give or warn them about? (Warnings about: effects of war, effects of harming people or environment, effects of being ignorant to needy or starving human beings etc).
Those warnings may/may not be the reason you had to pay the prize of your life. You helplessly try to stop them, warn them but none can see you or hear you. What are the feelings of such a soul, watching others commit wrong or harm others?
You can still write about something else, but you should be the narrator, playing as a invisible soul, trying to warn them about something.
-->The poem will serve as a message to your readers, warn them about certain things and how the dead can never come back to undo their doings or warn anyone alive. It highlights helplessness of the narrator watching things tear down apart if the people continue their evil doing.
Theme inspired by : Hiroshima Child written by, Nazim Hikmet
(Refer to it.)
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-Starts on Sunday, 4th Dec, 2022
-Ends on Sunday, 11th Dec 2022
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