Weeping Wound! Poem by Quasir Hassan

When the last shattered bit of thy heart erupts...
When the last tear follows the alredy shedded flow....
When the last leaf of hope falls from the bough
When the last fractured sigh finds its way

when you fail to preserve thy honor and ebrace disgrace...
When you scare the last time and;
fall off the cloak resting on thy bossom.

Break! Break and break again!

But only to rise again!



Let the dawn kiss thy lips
And the sun beams caress thy inward leisons..


glue up the sinew and upright thy bones
Ask thy heart to owe thee some more beats

let not the crowd tread upon thy purple wounds
For Spring Breeze brings consolation to autumnal loss


Aid thy bruises, mend thy soul
Though it be gradual and slow....

Let the rough winds unveil thy scars
You are tainted Let the world know...