Jerusalem Poem by Zubair Ali

Jerusalem



I stumble over my tears,
I am unconscious,
Helpless like my hallucinations
Banged by bombs,
Besieged by bullets,
My life is spilled to the drains.
I Will Resuscitate One day
From the bones and blood.
I will Rise
Like fragrance Of roses trampled under mud,
Free to roam in the Streets Of Jerusalem.

Monday, March 31, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: violence
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Zubair Ali

Zubair Ali

Drabgama, Pulwama, Srinagar, J&K, India
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