Farrukh Azam


“Listening to the Sad Musical Instruments”


Sighs of Trumpet and Howl of Drums
Grief show instrument’s tossing n turns

Crying Horns are telling Sad Story
Flute sound’s weeping n is Sorry

Saint’s Sacred Harp as well is Sad
For Holy family Leader made Dead

Dreadful Horrors and Horrible Sounds
For Noble Army had countless Wounds

During the full of sound n fury
I watched angel who had a glory

“To Angels, Young Prince will be leading
You’ll soon watch Evil Men bleeding”

“War continues till end of campaign
Noble leader coming to relieve the pain”

Submitted: Friday, November 01, 2013
Edited: Friday, November 01, 2013
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