Woeful Series Poem by Mohammad Mohi Uddin

My cicatrices - becomes as much as extensive,
If turn into as cosmos or greater than that-
will remain unobserved to all; even to the illimitable efflux of period.

The wounds of defeated life-
Growing wings if fly;
through the heart of aloof sky,
will be remained perdue 'that fly'

My frothy moments-
If get revival by the touch of any soul;
If mingle its depressed voice with the wind of sailed vessel!

I know- ripples will deny; and say- 'where? '
didn't hear any doleful tone anywhere!

Floating goals in the obedience flood-
or drawn pictogram of dream;
If awaken being sculpture in the sand bed,
Or at any Junction of pedestrian's cross-road,
everyone will look over with great wonder;
Observe the artistic crafts of sculpture,
how an artist create;
thoughtful sight will ruminate.

The other side of beauty-
will be remained furtively;
the way woeful tears remain mystical -
Inside the fountain;

I know - none will ever realize - the herb of path, dusty sand, river, trees
even any woman!