The fire in his eyes,
The anger in his teeth;
Is not real.
The gun in his hand,
The bullets he fires,
Frame him into a picture of eternal violence
His feeling of guilt is disguised as his heart’s desire
When all he wants is to go home,
Off the battlefield
Into the arms of internal sanctuary
But when the fire in his eyes,
Decide to melt,
The cold surface of his heart.
It’s too late to cry
As the enemy closes their eyes
And aim their dart.
Mehreen Mujeeb
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