The midnight howls,
crying over the,
pyramids of pharaoh,
unable to fill the Nile with their tears,
and brittle skins snapped,
by urban adventures,
in unknown crypts,
lying underground bones.
history flows like,
a glaxy in the universe,
a thousand suns heating,
the frozen realities,
and gushed rivers,
feeding the deserts,
of thirst,
and bloodflow in the.
veins of sky,
vital for love and eternity.,
and one slogan,
of one voice,
to clear the darkened clouds,
below the foundations,
of wilful thoughts,
bringing imagery,
of existence.
i just wonder why iam choosing the same poems which i read..
nice poem sir Rafique....and I thank you for writing a poem to EGYPT....thanks for sharing.Merna
a wonderful image presented here..10++++a thousand suns heating, the frozen realities, and gushed rivers, feeding the deserts, of thirst, and bloodflow in the. veins of sky, vital for love and eternity., and one slogan, of one voice, to clear the darkened clouds, below the foundations, of wilful thoughts, bringing imagery, of existence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
by urban adventures, in unknown crypts, lying underground bones. history flows like, a glaxy in the universe, every civilization has its roots in the sacrifice.... history reveals it all....10 rad minebullet proof...martyres.