Dusk of life adores peace,
For course of youth fed the sword

Me! It’s me to sing about.
The blood that shed along the streets

Some people to rule,
Some people to fight
Some people to fly in crowd;

Grasping the rule of injustice,
They suck the red of innocence

I hate to be here,
In the home of smoke;
Where air around weep a lot.

Feel the warmth of tears that shed
For we owe a lot to them

Ifthikar Ali Aziz
Copyright ©2007 Ifthikar Ali Aziz

I was crossing an ocean
With dirty weeds and brine.
But even though they hurted me,
They have brought light in me.

The people who thought me,
Were burning candles,
That burns itself to give us light
When we search in darkness.

I was a jumpy chap
Among the friends of mine,
I did enjoy the comradeship
And made some lazy chats

The chapter comes to an end,
With tears of departure,
When final words gushes out,
With plastic smile on lips

Now my nights are sleepless
And my days are hopeless

In the memories of a lovely spring
I do weep silently….

Ifthikar Ali Aziz
Copyright ©2007 Ifthikar Ali Aziz