Epic Fall Poem by Rafique Farooqi

Down the lands breeze
Steps down to go
Gazing the lilies even below.
He is most blameless soul.
There falls no sound from
His cold body around.
He dwells in silent courts
With strangled sound
Where nights and days never end.
He will find a place much
Wider than he dreamed.
Surely he is a dream himself.
His might was not might of sword.
In dismay he made his last scream.
There was no one to listen his last cry in the desert of life.
Over the battle of clamor
Came spell of troubling life.
Yet there will always a question to be answered.