In This Dark Dynamic Forest Poem by Aftab Alam
In This Dark Dynamic Forest
Who is killing me alive? I dive into the ocean of death.
Uncontrolled body, drunk soul, toddlers walk with meth,
A gusty wind makes the garden barren; fallen dry petals,
No rustle and hustle and bustle; darken grief boldly rattles,
Mirror of mine frightens me always, killing and then laughing,
Like an old stricken by bold cold, sat I at the corner, coughing
In this way, reveal my identity: I am alive and infirm, a useless,
Enemy within me assaults and hit my holy thoughts, ceaseless
I am sick and meek yet alive facing war from unknown-known front
In this dark dynamic forest, fear to be victimized with soundless grunt
A gusty wind makes the garden barren; fallen dry petals, No rustle and hustle and bustle; darken grief boldly rattles, - -Exquisite composing. Excellent word choice. Many thanks dear sir.
if enemies fight with enemies, their action can be justified as the enmity..what about the fight between brothers, who have the same ideology for what they would like to reach the martyrdom? it is very sad to watch the TV on these hostage crisis..well written..Thank you for sharing...
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4/23/2024 3:18:58 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Who is killing me alive? I dive into the ocean of death. Uncontrolled body, drunk soul, toddlers walk with meth, A gusty wind makes the garden barren;