It Can Befall Anytime Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

It Can Befall Anytime



It was a chaotic construct
Colonized was every now and then
Mute hills I saw
The water was wounded
Awaited the Lord's light.
But breathes then slowly passed by
The poems perished.
The plants parted away.
Death of art was announced.
Literature lost away.
Books burned. Letters undone.
Murdered memories.
Time cried.
The women burst out.
Weeping whistles.
Sobbing men.
Scattered earth.
Comrades,
It's all crystal clear
Fire is to erupt out.
Smile, live, love.
The world is on the very last verge.
It can befall anytime, anyway!

It Can Befall Anytime
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sylvia Frances Chan 08 July 2021

A very impressive poem, cleverly put.I ahve enjoyed reading this poetic poem. Thank you so much for sharing

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Aadil Hingorjo

Aadil Hingorjo

Sanghar, Sindh, Pakistan
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