Repulsive Blow Poem by Uzma Jamil

To the truth that remained unrevealed,
The terror that was unreceived,
And much was unsaid,
That moved steps ahead,
The wrestling of leaves whispered,
And laid the cocoon sentiments,
For it as a much creatures,
Plead was the silence,
For the wilderness knows no satisfaction,
The night departed and set was the moon,
Would ever ye sleep, for a habit so great,
A serious pathetic attempt,
An anguish repulsive blow,
Came off from merciless happiness,
Thoughts of future that rest,
A desperate still day,
And an emptiless doubtful principle,
An exact interrogation for the broken hearts,
That mend all way to fresh all-around.