Behind The Picture And Its Frame Poem by Mehreen Mujeeb
Behind The Picture And Its Frame
The fire in his eyes,
The anger in his teeth;
Is not real.
The gun in his hand,
The bullets he fires,
Frame him into a picture of eternal violence
His feeling of guilt is disguised as his heart’s desire
When all he wants is to go home,
Off the battlefield
Into the arms of internal sanctuary
But when the fire in his eyes,
Decide to melt,
The cold surface of his heart.
It’s too late to cry
As the enemy closes their eyes
And aim their dart.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 6:24:27 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The cold surface of his heart. It’s too late to cry As the enemy closes their eyes And aim their dart......mehreen very good write dear.......i loved it simply..what an talent u have.... read mine'cry not' 'Aplace called home' and, , , , , , , bidding farewell