It's Time To Break The Deadlock Poem by Tuwa Noor

You have sculpted two eyes
There is a vehement roar
You have muscular legs and you can travel a long away like the winter birds
You have a pair of adventurous hands parallel of your body
You are the primitive man — there is an imprint of Motherwort flower on your face
You are the exact portrait of a diligent man
You are the man who digs the coal mine for diamond,
does the expedition to break the darkness
Breaks the ribs of hard rock and picks up the shiny energy-filled carbon.

let's take off your ink-stained and soiled trousers
there is a latent core of anger inside waiting for ignition.
you have tough hands are filled with massive energy.

Your have sculpted two eyes,
The murmur of two black eyes,
Holding the exploding bombs in hands filled with whirlpool of cyclone

This is the time to uphold the absolute rights of life.
Let pull the freedom with hands like a jetty at the port.
Now it's time to break the deadlock.
upple blossom with passion,