Broken were the faces
Appearing like triangles
In an abstract painting
Bulging eyes and blue color
Of the cheeks with hairs
Like bushes unweeded
Deep ugly red scars
Saliva mixing
The yellow pallor of the blood
The civilization that took millennia
Like years in our life
Anger when it breaks open
From the womb of hatred
What’s hell then
And symbols of the lost nations
On the spur of a moment
All beauty of civilization
Is lost
Is it what we call tragedy
Nay a willful act
Or we need to grow
A human conduct
We only get sane when we loose
8/10/2008
Sadiqullah Khan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-faces/
