Hashim Nizamani Poet Elegy

History

I am lonely, lying on 
my bed,
Not forlorn, I've 
history on my head,
Kings' honour,
wars that emporers 
waged,
The death toll, the 
faces hungery, pale,
I am lonely, lying on 
my bed,
Not forlorn, I've 
history on my head,
Bleeding horses, 
tumbling on bodies 
dead,
Injured soldiers, who 
bore iron hoofs,
Wanting water, 
panting for breath,
I am lonely, lying on 
my bed,
Not forlorn, I've 
history on my head,
The castle that makes 
you wonder,
Wasn't for purpose of 
astonishment,
They made it to hide 
them, feel a little safe,
Wasn't that broken? 
Killed, looted men.
I am lonely, lying on 
my bed,
Not forlorn, I've 
history on my head.
God made the holly 
man, angels were 
afraid,
They warned their 
almighty, questions 
were raised,
God denied all that, 
and with pride He 
said:
Ye know nothing of 
what your Lord 
intend.
I am lonely, lying on 
my bed,
Not forlorn, I've 
history on my head.

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Poet Destroyer A April 21, 2013 at 11:12 PM Hashim, a sad poem,....Linda

Dom- X- April 21, 2013 at 10:26 PM awesome dx Hashim Nizamani April 22, 2013 at 12:15 AM Thanx dear.