The World Is A Battlefield Poem by Ali Ashhar

Of all the storms that failed to
perish us;
Epitomize the sturdy roots
holding us
Of all the lumps etched
on our soul;
Reminding of the warrior
enduring every
ounce of bane.
Of all the melancholy
scourging our persona;
Reminding of grim scars
we valiantly inscribed
Of all the mountains withering
our journey;
Depicting how intensely
we vied
As the shards of desires
reciprocate with
sempiternal potence:
The azure sky
reflects how far
we waded through it all.