It's All Over Poem by Suhel Akram

I find the walls around me crumble
yet I am not here to bulid it up.
the roofs of the cell shower on me,
still I stand erect and keep on it,
the flies do share a bite at me wounds,
even enough for families to invite,
goes on the desk with a stamble
towards the hell burning in flame,
me packed with as a parcel
for its long to bear the hurts
then to get flamed with the coals,
still I have a thought over you
and say you good bye
as its all over.

nomore can you find me stringing you
nomore can you dare to tackle me
with the blames of assertivenss
and the flames of cool ice folwing
through the galcier out in ganges
only left are my ashes scrambled in thee
for its you to know now
all is over in us.
neither mine is urs
nor you be mine in scandle.