Tuesday, November 25, 2008

A Nightmare (An incomplete poem written in the context of the wave of terrorism)

A NIGHTMARE

How to find the missing beam
How to trace the subtle gleam
When things are not what they seem

Tears n blood flowing in a stream
In shady dark dales with no seam
Rubbing my eyes if it be a dream
But things are not what they seem

Taking a bath in this bloody brook
Is what they mean dear what they book
Doth you know what does it mean?
Trooth, prophesy or a bad dream
Ah! But things are not what they seem

An infernal lake at a stone’s throw
Sucking all the blood, I trow
Trickling tears tearing the tryst
The pool getting bigger with no rest
Laying its ebby arms on gray n green
But things are not what they seem

Amer Rizwan

1 comment:

umar said...

touching and moving. much more would have come,had he not parted untimely.