Living Grave Yard Poem by Afzal Shauq

This is a city...?
look round...
A grave yard
houses...shops?
lines of stone graves.
Walking dead
blinded eyes
no light in sight.
No feelings
hearts frozen
humanity’s void.
Vultures roost
death reapers
barely they live.
Doom's angel
leading on
keeps the city.
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Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq
Translated in English By: Alley Boling
Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.49/Page.82
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