Tunes Of Love Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Is it that
My love so pure
Not as you imagine
In imitations
Of the life divine
That never exists
My love was lost
In search of butter
For the dry bread
The child crying
A school bombed
A life struggling
For the last breath

My love I forget
When you are not
Speaking the heart
What is written
In the prisms
Of your eyes
Break the silence
Tear down your apparel
Let the world see
Bleeding wounds of anguish
Enough of love and of songs
This time still
You sang the tune
Again so well
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