'The Curse' Poem by Quasir Hassan

'Dear beloved, you left no stone unturned,
No fiber unbroken, to ensure my final breath.
You crushed me beneath your feet, with no care,
Every cell of my being, ruptured beyond repair.

You departed, convinced I'd never rise,
Never again to cross thy path, or meet thy eyes.
Thee reveled in sweeping me from this world's stage,
But listen well, for I have this to say:

The anguish you inflicted, the destruction you wrought,
Extinguished the flame of my existence and my thought.
But, I'll rise like a phoenix, reborn from the ashes cold,
With one burning desire to witness thy fall.

You made me fall, from youth to aged decay,
Weakened my soul, turned black hair grey.
Warm blood ran cold, chubby skin withered away,
But remember, every winter is followed by March and may.

I'll rise, and watch your empire crumble, your pride fade,
See you restless, haunted by the ghosts you've made.
You'll seek redemption, with tears of remorse,
For every hurt, every tear, every wound you've caused.

your once strong heart will tremble with regret,
Thy eyes will plead, each inch would repent.
No dawn will bring you hope, no dusk any balm
The violent storm in thy heart would cease to calm.
And I'll stand tall, my spirit revived, renewed,
And you will curse the fruit that you long back tasted..! '