He had death rolling in his eyes
He was either witness
Or had ordered
Death
His pupils were like that dead man
Open
Gazing straight
With impunity
For what he had done
From his fractured
Skeleton of bones
Made of many egos
That only fed on hatred
And the other
He too had death
Whinnying
The miseries of life
Out side his controls
Severely exerting
Without relations
He could kill any one with the shrapnel
Of his collar bone
Holding a dirty collar
He thought
He will fly from hell
To heaven
They are both
A saleable commodity
By the merchants of death
enigmatic volume of thought...intrigue that puzzle every game.....for life lives in complexity of parts.....all seem saleable. yet! there is one that value nothing less but....eternity brings.....your poem push me to the limit to know more of myself, than a soul with immortality live..... thank you my friend....you have a very sensitive poem of all....i love to read with passion on every line.....God bless you and good luck... a 10 +++++
a saleable commodity................well crafted words and truth is sometime give pain.........a good poem indeed reveal the truth.............
Beautiful Sadiqullah, your words reveal much more than you are ready to disclose! 10 for your honest and brave write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
They are both A saleable commodity By the merchants of death fine lines. shan