A Thorn In The Feet Of Humanity

28th May blackened
The clean countenance
Of my calendar,
And ruined
The days of future into rubble.

On that day
We turned our back
To our survival.
The sneaking era
Entangled around our feet,
And we could never rise
From that period.

Now
The smoke will spurt up
From our well furnished houses.
A dreadful explosion,
Perforated
The existence our dream.

Now we are alive
But with the dread of Death.
A half burnt corpse
Of a young solider
Haunts me in my sleeps;
It had in its cold hands,
A crumbled picture
Of a damsel who resides
On some remote unknown seaside;
And in her golden eyes
‘To wait’ is inscribed.
We are: a thorn in the feet of humanity,
That is bent upon
To lose harvest of the centuries.

(Written by Jawaaz Jafri Translated by Muhammad Shanazar)

poem by Muhammad Shanazar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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