Wounds Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai

Flowers are born in the company of thorns
Nature's darlings cannot live without it
They are crushed and wounded with airy horns.

Some scenes cause wounds in eyes that begin to bleed
Delicate beings cannot tolerate such grim sights
But at their hue and cry no one pays heed.

Hearts no where in the world are free of injuries
Each one cries for balm of sympathies
Torn hearts can be seen of dainty daisies.

No soul is safe and sound in this world's war
Feelings are shattered.thoughts bemused all
Miseries crawl all around, pleasure has gone far.

Delicate hearts are wounded day and night
By the rays of the sun and charming scenes
Monsters come and with long teeth give a deep bite.

Memories' saw is always working on mind
And ever bringing out phases new and new
Some are cruel and some seem to be kind.

Wounds are the fate of each sympathetic soul
Birds and flowers are kept in the fore front
You may survey the world from pole to pole.