Human Tragedy Poem by Aftab Alam

Many wounds in my heart
Oozing through my eyes
Bleeding transparent

Smile of buds
Laugh of bloomed flowers
In many colours
With fragrance

Birds fly to peck the sun
Every day in the morning
And in the evening

An effortless try
With great importance
In morning they fly to earn
And in the evening return to urn
To get fresh
An energetic breath,
For the new life.


Man; ate forest and mud
Drank water less
And spoiled more
Spared non
Killed and ate himself


Mossy mind with spoilt thought
Blinded eyes with bright vision
He prayed earnestly,
“All need revision”
At last, tired with war, he fought

He called himself, an Angel
And then a fairy,
And then a Devil
At last; most insincere creature
And cried Just before farewell
Adieu
With confessional dew of morning
After the darkness
Adieu, the last word;
A splinter of blast
Wounded.

Many wounds in my heart
Oozing through my eyes
Bleeding transparent,

I will scatter like dry leaves
And will turn into dust.
The ultimate desire
Of my bizarre thought..