The Mural On The White Wall Poem by Sajad Meer

She stood on the board,
Painted black, whole on
Wall as a gospel of,
Fear and gored into,
The deepness of inhumanity,
Of my evils of the eternity.
The stony and nuanced eyes,
Through the showing,
A sky full and a tired from,
Wholeness of this rascal world.
The mentor of the shadows,
Over the neck seems to be a man
Who had the searness of the love.
I grouched at first at love,
For this is only painted and'
Not the real world of mine,
Why should i be old at youth,
And growl at self whenever,
Happy i am, which is scarce!
But know, i remember,
My grouch was a fail,
Why should not weep at me?
Not at the mural that,
Lies on the wall, dropping
A single drop tears,
Although bound to face,
It told me not to woe for long,
Ever you die for love.