Hanged Calm Poem by Hanan Muzafar

Burning tyres on molten asphalt,
choked lungs caught in smoke,
and a sudden wave of propelled stones,
hurled intense, to combust grief;
Bruised psyche in wrecked emotion,
with clenched fists, wrapped up in odium,
and those stray giggles in air,
Swallow you.

Don't tell,
what's right and wrong,
for you all fail in the end:
No extent of violence,
and no periphery for madness;
Marked shallow on vast depths,
blaze in breath, and ice in essence,
Hanged calm, wandering through ruins,
while death notes,
whispering in my drawer.

Roots that hold abyss,
and leaves that carry life,
Verve, to adapt and rise,
As agony liquefied,
do believe we're passing through,
Chosen for mercy and wrath.