Wildflowers in Wagah



Luminous in sadness

That holds their blooms together

Before they fall into the abyss


Nodding a silent scent

Into the breeze, languid salt of tears

Drooping low at the ruin of human race


Waning colors, into the night

Gathered in bunches of feeble shapes

Of hope towards the waning moon


Drooping stems that bear the weight

Of those who are lost in war

Adorning vases  along tombstones


Silent wildflowers, pressed against

broken hearts, and shallow breaths

Petals shredding themselves, letting go


Testimony to all that is trampled

Tickling thorns coax us awake

to the tragedy of our fallen selves


Perennial in our ignorance

insistently we flirt with

war, mortality and grief

Published by Kashiana

I am a management professional by job classification and a work practitioner by personal preference. One poetry collection - Shelling Peanuts and Stringing Words and a chapbook, Crushed Anthills. Always gathering poems, and letting them marinate and change shape and form.

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