Fallen leaves have been crushed <br />Dried and amalgamated <br />With the dust <br />Of barren soils <br /> <br />Sunken hearts have been stripped <br />Cracked and defeated <br />With the lust <br />Of alluring beauties <br /> <br />Shrunken minds have been putrefied <br />Abandoned and replaced <br />With the bust <br />Of convulsive impulses <br /> <br />This November <br />The faith has to be revolutionized <br />The fate must be renovated <br />The fallen got to be resurrected <br />From the mist of dusky dawns <br /> <br />This November <br />The heart aches for more blood <br />The mind craves for more thought <br />The soul begs for more piety <br />And a human cries for lost identity <br /> <br />November <br />The month of my fall <br />From divinity to humanity <br />Would be the month of my rise <br />From humanity to divinity <br /> <br /> <br />Nov 03,2008<br /><br />Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/november-14/
