Sunday, March 27, 2011

Between Two Worlds





We live at what cost?

Treading across the shallow land that expands endlessly

Tossed aside listening to the soul of my infant seed crying

Without words his gentle moans speaks

Spare him

Spare me from this travesty

Alone we travel vigorously

Without knowing our destiny

So frighting

We are hot and thirsty

We are hungry

We are waiting


Allah where might u be?


Zubiar Mir
Copyright 2011

2 comments:

  1. Your blog is interesting, has left a great impression.
    Best wishes
    Jonas

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