Broken were the faces br Appearing like triangles br In an abstract painting br Bulging eyes and blue color br Of the cheeks with hairs br Like bushes unweeded br br Deep ugly red scars br Saliva mixing br The yellow pallor of the blood br br The civilization that took millennia br Like years in our life br Anger when it breaks open br From the womb of hatred br What’s hell then br br And symbols of the lost nations br On the spur of a moment br All beauty of civilization br Is lost br br Is it what we call tragedy br Nay a willful act br Or we need to grow br A human conduct br We only get sane when we loose br 8102008br br Sadiqullah Khanbr br