By We, the souls catenate in a cloistered moment of love
We, the folks conversate in a silent gust of wind
We, the companions annihilate in a drop of rain
We , the beloved ones cry in a thundering of clouds
We, the superior ones become devil with the appetite of bodies
We, the lovers become undignified with oppressive nights
We,the manifest ones break into pieces with hunger of souls
We, the warriors of light surrender with greed of devil
We,the realistic ones become flatter and fake with the beauty of bodies
We, the most powerful ones become helpless with ugliness
We, the greatest human beings become terror of statue with cruelty
We,the knowers become unknown with a smack capitalism
We,the visible ones disappear with fear of silence
We, the souls catenate in a cloistered moment of love
We, the folks conversate in a silent gust of wind.
-Islam Abdain
Follow Offline Thinker on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. You can send us your writings at connect.offlinethinker@gmail.com
Facebook Comments
