Fallen leaves have been crushed
Dried and amalgamated
With the dust
Of barren soils
Sunken hearts have been stripped
Cracked and defeated
With the lust
Of alluring beauties
Shrunken minds have been putrefied
Abandoned and replaced
With the bust
Of convulsive impulses
This November
The faith has to be revolutionized
The fate must be renovated
The fallen got to be resurrected
From the mist of dusky dawns
This November
The heart aches for more blood
The mind craves for more thought
The soul begs for more piety
And a human cries for lost identity
November
The month of my fall
From divinity to humanity
Would be the month of my rise
From humanity to divinity
Nov 03,2008
Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/november-14/
