The sombre past
Of his despotism that last
And the crucial path
Of his love in the dark
Are nowadays
Just some memories,
Memories that make me laugh
On the stupidities in the name of love
Memories that make me weep
On the excels of his tyranny
As I all I hear
Are the echoes of my laugh
And all I can taste are the drops of my tears
And whenever, I see out
All I see
Are the streets of blood
And all I can smell
Are the wounds on my body
— Sayed Tazeem Haider