Once in the shade of mammoth sycamore,
I was writing down the canvas of misery,
With the pen of bloodshed.
The pages being crushed hard by ignorance,
Which once resided in the heart of glass,
In the castle of emotions.
Spurred the attention towards catastrophe,
The calm in the air,
Passing through the passage of feel,
Indicating the end of conquest,
At the note of wreckage.
– Syed S. Ali