The Lingering Grudge Poem by Rafique Farooqi

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Like two opposite banks,
of a river,
i am unable to meet and understand,
grudge of centuries,
ruins and swamps of miserable pains
as breathing molecules of air, with
choking wispers of moments.over the
secrets of grabbed hidden cries,
coming out from the cascaded sins.
like fire of inflamed tissues,
ending in smoke screen,
to hide the face of offended loves,
temptation and greeds,
flowing to downtowns.
where tranquillity is nailed,
on walls.,
ended fires tuned in ashes,
and smokes.
the ruler raging over the deprives of weird conspiracy,
of rigorous faces.
The sleeping king,
to love the notes,
of his flute.
and unable to find,
the way out for his,
princess and prince.
making loudest cry,
oved the brim of history,
while to see the dances,
of death.
under the red sky.