I am rhythm of broken heart
Which creeps at every step of hers
Which is like the broken sounds of  music instrument
Hanging on the wall of my heart

I hear the sounds of her cry
Which my mind send back
to her again with the more frequency

Neither I can get free nor she wants to stop sending the vibrations of those pains
Which raised due to the
broken bond between us

We still are unfinished
song of broken love
Not going to complete in this world

People around us made it more difficult music of my
unfinished life

Beaten with a stick
thrashed by a belt
man weeps for the child
over the hand that he was dealt

walking for long hours
church clock as his guide
avoiding human beings
environmental genocide

lost inside a moment
never-ending pause
beasts visited in dreams
ripping with their claws

child petrified
devoid of understanding
paranoia in full bloom
irrational thoughts expanding

man weeps for the child
who took it on the chin
for the cards that he was dealt
cemented no chance of a win

To the poor and needy,
Who have accepted what you have donated.
For in fulfilling their needs,
The duas(prayers) they give from their heart,
Pleases Allah,
And you are rewarded for more than you have given.
Let there be no media when you give.
24/11/2024