ILA Magazine
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Poem by Bur Han
February 2021 SAME BREATHS
Oh day! I'm tired of you
Same the sunrise from hills
And boil wounds to highs
Where you rest at night
I will change that nation.
A year is just a day
The blood lacks vitality
Else, the ears are bored
And eyes fell down daily.
Songs, I listen many
Several lines I remember
With same melody I murmur
Cause the felling of words.
By my side, death laughs
"Million streets I changed
Billions are my homes
I lament, I serve
Still, I'm a knight."
Ordeal, hate or love, what?
I'm lost in heart's pother.
Mutely moon appears always
Never brings tidings along
How the day will converse
At least I can slumber long.
Time's soul is busy in ruining
My soul revolves around!!!
© Bur Han