Rafique Farooqi - ! WARS

I drift down,
when i listen utterances,
reverberating in my mind,
these are not melodies,
but dances of hunger and sickness,
over the broken crusts of earth,
In downtowns on real grounds.
where sky burns and ashes,
soar in hurricane winds.
where breeze does not mean,
and fires of war rain with blood,
and clouds of dark smokes,
and cannon rumbles shake the hearts,
Where life is deeper than graves,
and death may give it up,
embracing the tragic,
Can man find himself?
with wavering wisdom,
gripping necks with shaking hands,
with suffered tolerance,
In house of fantasies.
with open eyes,
and buried dreams,

Rafique Farooqi

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