# Nothing is poetic.

- Link: https://mohammadjazim.blog/2018/06/17/nothing-is-poetic/
- Published: 2018-06-17T15:10:39+05:30
- Author: Mohammad Jazim

Twinkling orange in black with a stormy gush of fire kissing the moon silence
in dramatic.

I hear dead mourning in graves i see children crying, i walk in the black noise 
with no essence of light.

Shots of crackers hail in safety a walk side by makes me fearful, a spin off wind
till time we suffer hypocrisy.

With stand of talks, old ones tell the tale of justice and survival. Young dissociated
in illusions, i walk back to my home where four walls fire some rage. I enter in
guilt with talks in gesture and head bowed down in respect.

My other half is missing resistant and resilient, with anger widowed in [love](https://mohammadjazim.blog/2019/04/20/when-will-i-find-you-again/).
With his absentia i fell a part missing am i scared for him. I am in fear for him.

The wooden show of pride acknowledges no shame of leadership, follow in ignorance
we end in misery.

Life you dying beauty.

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