My city lies bathed in blood
Peace is like a vulture
Circling high above
Waiting -- for stench and flood.
Bombs blow up worshipers
On the day of congregation
Dead bodies are litters
And rain adds to commotion.
What is there to write now
When the eyes see only death
What is there to share now
When fear stalks each breath!
This is not the nation
For which so many perished
The truth is:This is a bastion
Of the Hell that's buried.
(Written and posted by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay on August 23, 2011).
Salaam Poppy
Assalamu Alaikum dear Poppy. Thank you for your critiques and wise comments. Have a grand evening :)
Muhammad Naveed Ahmed.
Pen name:Emmenay.
Yahoo email ID:Ambitious7
Initials: M.N. Ahmed.