Fight Till Your Last Breath…

Please welcome Syed as my latest Guest Poet!

You can read more of Syed’s work here: https://merejazbaat.com

If you would like to submit a poem, please email eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

fight

If blood is showering out of your veins,
If the lesions & wounds are giving you pain
And even if circumstances are showing your death,
In spite of that, fight till your last breath.

No matter If you are sailing on a tidal ocean,
No matter If conditions prevailing give you tension
And even if there is no time left for you to regret,
In spite of that, fight till your last breath.

What happen if night always comes before the morning,
What happens if every second intensity of darkness is increasing
And even If, darkness is giving brightness a terrible threat,
In spite of that, fight till your last breath.

What happens if you feel yourself alone on this land,
What happens, if your shadow remains your only friend
And even If, you are deprived of love from anybody as yet,
In spite of that, fight till your last breath.

It is blissful, if you come out as victorious in the end,
But if all your efforts & attempts go into the sand
Then you need not to strike your head with a stone,
Because fighting till last breath is a victory on its own.

“I’m going down in a blaze of glory”…

fire

~

Hands tied and bound…

Tight behind his back…

He never saw it coming…

Such a stealthy attack…

They came out of nowhere…

Taking him by surprise…

Now they simply stand there…

Accusing him of lies…

He’s tied on to a post…

Built upon branches from trees…

And the scent filling his nose…

Is petroleum on the breeze…

Coming under interrogation…

In this kangaroo court…

There is no judge or jury…

There’ll be no afterthought…

Each refusal to answer…

Brings the ending nearer…

He’s trying to be strong…

Yet inside he’s full of fear…

As the baying pack mentality…

Want his blood to be spilled…

And a swift conclusion…

That will see him killed…

Sending out a message…

To their perceived enemies…

That they are in charge…

In order that nobody sees…

Any chink of weakness…

Within their armoury…

Because swift retribution…

Is what this will be…

But he stands strong…

In the face of their hatred…

Knowing that his life…

Will soon be terminated…

And his soul will ascend…

Wearing a fallen heroes crown…

As the strike of just one match…

Begins the final countdown…

~

 

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