Poetry

June 2, 2016 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

By

Hira Azhar

 

 

 

A BITTER REALITY OF MAN

 

 

Man is nothing but a ruthless midge

Hurtling desperately in the over-crowded ridge

Running intensely behind trivial desires

Knowing nothing but only white lies

Surrounded by countless faces on the merciless land

Yet as alone as a solitary grain in the vast sand

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE BURNING METROPOLIS

 

 

The hellish screams of innocent souls in the deadly dark

The rotten sour eyes of the loving mother after the tragic blast

The mocking crowd desperate for their turn

The vigilant workers carrying a heavy gun

The silent laughs of the genuine men

The slowly passing hours of a dry pen

Asks the same question

Why are we isolated?

Why are we created?

Why are we so hated?

Who will dignify their position?

Who will clarify their opinion?

Perhaps no one; perhaps no one

Except the supreme power ruling the sun

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Hira Azhar

Hira is a freelance Writer and Poet from Rawalpindi, Pakistan.

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