Walking tall in a visage of bold. <br />Gloom, age rolls in empty days. <br />Raked dust, blows hot and cold. <br /> <br />Winds smirk at olden spears, <br />vacant, lifeless huddled hearts, <br />slumped, in caves of laden fears. <br /> <br />Swollen eyes in a blinding haze. <br />Enshrouds, gasping weary souls, <br />shifts, tiny dunes to mortal maze. <br /> <br />Banshees', baleful shriek that rips. <br />weighted, beaten, folded shanks, <br />pitching, worn out desert ships. <br /> <br />Unmet baffled tender cares, <br />sallow, spirits muddled in lows, <br />beaten, bound in fiendish snares. <br /> <br />Stifled, choked in dusty storms. <br />Broken, strides to weary trudge. <br />Smitten, smile at daily norms. <br /> <br /> <br />(15 May,2k11/Buraidah-KSA)<br /><br />saadat tahir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/walking-tall-3/
