Over The Troubles Poem by Rafique Farooqi

This was all,
pretence about,
the sovereign visions,
that claimed the truths,
in invited grimly, gestures,
bound to wall-to-wall,
with bones and bloods.
some vowed to rumble,
the paining heads,
and no claim on dusks, and dawns,
born perceptible approaches,
of blind hands, seeking,
streets and faces stained with sins.
the wayward feuds reluctant to pin the eyeball, over the walls,
this whole staged troubled zones.,
bounded to quite their throats.
and once again to the will, and
day robers joined to rule.
this advance in perill,
fill the flaws of earth,
with their dead bodies.
and war fields are clear,
to see the next war of generations