THINGS BREAK APART TO FALL TOGETHER
The world is only for the encyclopedic heads
they said, but wisdom is the foresight in a blind
world, where muscular arms search for the known
meaning, can the heads trail the freedom path alone?
Things may sometime break apart to fall together
Like the hyperbolic curve legs of a rickety man,
Marching on together in the same separate ways
To reach the same destination at the nick of time
How do we build the great Rome without a home?
For home is the concrete slab, the pillars that hold
the sky scrapper stand upon, the heart is the home
Where everyone should dwell without tearing others
How do we stop this flowing tears of a red-eyed mother?
Whose jaw is the confluence town where salty waters
meet without touching each other to flow separately apart
Can we just become one river to water this motherland?
The motherland is now the burning lines of a sad poem,
Set ablaze in the forest by the brute fingers of a brother
When will we start seeing everyone as our own self image?
Be the pen, let me be the hand, together we can rewrite our fate
©® Jamiu Ahmed
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