Behind the wailing walls 22

Hassan Ahmed

The unknown figures shed persistent tears to feed the dried ground
They miss the setting of the broke heaven
With them
You catch up an appetite of terror
They catch up an appetite of humane breaking down
Himself here, he caught up the appetite screaming
It is at any corner of the isolated cell
He monitor the dawn
But, what kind of dawn
That dawn on school’s shelf
Here, it couldn’t be available
Thorny songs have been sung
Its appetite couldn’t penetrate the wet cracked wall
It will take long time to restore that dawn of handcuffless