Poems lay scattered in the city landscape <br />like dead bodies after a Drone. <br />I went picking one by one: <br />poor headless, faceless, rotting trunks. <br />Ambulances hooted on the roads <br />ferrying dead bodies to the morgue. <br />The burial was tough: <br />for want of space, two or sometimes three <br />were given to Earth. <br /> <br />I was looking for the lost limbs, <br />the mutilated parts of poems to stitch them back: <br />all lines, alliterations, and tropes, <br />half, slanted, and feminine rhymes were gone. <br />Only an odd scheme of vowels survived <br />as if they were at war with consonants. <br />The left over syllables wailed like women <br />and played a requiem of their own.<br /><br />Sibghatullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poems-lay-scattered-in-the-city-landscape/
