Walking tall in a visage of bold.
Gloom, age rolls in empty days.
Raked dust, blows hot and cold.
Winds smirk at olden spears,
vacant, lifeless huddled hearts,
slumped, in caves of laden fears.
Swollen eyes in a blinding haze.
Enshrouds, gasping weary souls,
shifts, tiny dunes to mortal maze.
Banshees’, baleful shriek that rips.
weighted, beaten, folded shanks,
pitching, worn out desert ships.
Unmet baffled tender cares,
sallow, spirits muddled in lows,
beaten, bound in fiendish snares.
Stifled, choked in dusty storms.
Broken, strides to weary trudge.
Smitten, smile at daily norms.
© Saadat Tahir