I Am a Brook of Blood
I am a brook of blood
Drawn from the veins of the tender bud;
My drift is bedewed with homicide,
Stabbed with furry killed with pride.
Flowing by the might of a flood
And disappearing into the mud
And earth cradles me
Unto a motionless sea
I’m the scent of smiling dawn
And eddy of Afzal and Burhan;
I’m Maqbool’s tidy clan
And I’m going on and on…
And again sun will rise
In our ravaged paradise;
And again moon will rise
In the calmness of skies
Copyright © Sheikh Nissar | Year Posted 2017
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