My Poem

INCULPABLE SOULS.
A seemingly jubiliant April morning
Mothers–innocent flowers all smiling.

apparently, universe seems in order and peace
For the Lilacs, blooming–allowing despair to cease.

They left the threshold– all over happiness
Ah! but who knows permitting forever–despair and darkness.

Affection, Love, Joy drenched in tears–eagerly waiting
Unbearable wait–wait compels –sits at the door praying.

from nowhere bloodthirsty wolves erupted
All the dreams to kiss, touch, embrace –shattered,devastated

For how long in your bloody game
Humanity will face the humiliating shame.
Abdul Muqset