Tunnel of Wind

In a tunnel of wind and blood
My spirit reigns and calls the flood.
My laughter sings now that I’ve began
The ruling of love in this life I ran.
My windy tunnel of hate is gone,
It stopped its blowing when I did yawn.
The living is yet to begin in slumber,
The arms and legs are too much number.
The blood and organs feel again,
This wind is soaring like to airmen.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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