The World is a battlefield | Ali Ashhar

Of all the storms that failed to
perish us;
Epitomize the sturdy roots
holding us
Of all the lumps etched,
on our soul;
Reminding of the warrior
enduring every
an ounce of bane.
Of all the melancholy,
scourging our persona;
Reminding of grim scars
we valiantly inscribed
Of all the mountains withering,
our journey;
Depicting how intensely
we vied
As the shards of desires
reciprocate with
sempiternal potence:
The azure sky,
reflects how far
we waded through it all.

A 22-year-old freelance content writer writing poems on motivation, nature, love, and social issues. Holds a Bachelor’s degree in English Literature and currently pursuing M.A. in the same stream. Poems have been published in an anthology by Writer’s Pocket and magazines issues by Eve Poetry and Indian Periodical.