Daffodils On Disappeared Graves Poem by Hanan Muzafar

Drifting bricks in paper castles,
vanished and unheard,
smoke faded in mist:
Unsolved mysteries.
Oppressed wind blew us,
A subplot of suppressed tale.

These sink valleys,
consumed us to bones,
Woods hear cries,
sighs in wilderness:
An expression of grief.

Declared disappeared,
lost on papers;
Broken twigs covered in mud,
Behind a glass,
silent and numb:
Daffodils on disappeared graves.

Isolated and desolated fronts;
carrying pictures of beloved ones,
Torn clothes on wounded ones,
waiting for justice in suppression:
The offsprings of conflict.

Few became, mad in madness,
Buried half alive,
swollen deep down:
Frozen lives.

Wrinkled faces, stories to tell,
Tides of time,
swept names written on sand,
Broken pieces of a puzzle:
White lilies on foreheads.

Whom to blame,
when every child,
A victim of violence:
An instinct to be free and wild,
The crave for madness.