Who Can Measure?

Poem By Muhammad Shanazar

Who can measure?
The pungent pleasure,
Avarice, wrath and rage,
Of the blood lickers.

Who can measure?
The depth of shrieks,
Of the bleeding humanity;
The loudness,
Of the exploding shells;
The blackness,
Of the mushrooms rising;
The callousness,
Of the rulers,
The passive spectators,
Waiting for their turn,
And encroaching doom.

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The verses are directly poured out from the heart with remarkable agility. Uzma.

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