Uninvited Storm Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

It was an uninvited, straight storm
It paved a path to unsound hours
trapped between the hope and history
History was not providing space
Hope was to mark the history
Illusions were at the peak
And the desires were all weak
The coins had to unbutton
But the story wasn't that plane
Th wind was unmouthed
And the songs were in silence
Fountain of freedom too dried down
The last road was usnure
It was an absurd school
Unfigured were all the adventures
The Indus stood still
The Pacific was in pain
Within me wandered an undone day
Marching to millenniums and ever-expanding
It was, by God, an unfinished eve!