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