To Whom The Bell Tolls Poem by Asma Khan

Dead roses crumbled over
the barren land of his dreams,
choking dust into the air's silence with screams

And her eyes flashed back
dark images from the hungry moments of the past,
feeding fears to the coming present's path

He peeled off the rotten layers
of sorrows from her heart slowly and quietly,
in the secrecy of that night

She folded her desires into flying kisses
sent out in the air as blank as the clouds in the deserts,
throwing pebbles into the silent waters of love

And he came down with
a storm of clam thunders, full of hopes, life and dreams,
revealing mysteries behind his silent love