The Roads From The Steets Poem by Rafique Farooqi

some threats,
closer to necks,
distasteful to tongue,
spitting out bitter wishes,
over the feet of patience,
pulling out the veins from.
chest of waiting hopes,
and gravid will,
spaced apart from heart,
of walls,
street bulls heading in dark,
bruising skins with their feet,
when the milks split on dusks,
long laughed shadows,
stretching wide over the heads.
The aimless birdwatchers,
dancing on drums,
Never to see the sky,
and earthly heated,
sands,
the red and hot winds,
blowing up the cries.
now watch the silenced,
streets and sleeping doors,
out from the roads.