Terror…

I `ve seen the covert vicious faces of death

And spouting fountains of innocent blood,
Blackened mutilated corpses lying in pieces,
And the Spirits of Darkness dancing around

I `ve seen liberty strangled; bound in chains

Those heavy boots pressed close to her chin
The protruding eyes; those imploring looks,
Still keep me troubled in waking and dreams.

I `ve seen Care kissing Young Beauty`s face

That waning bloom, waiting for her lost love
Still hopeful, still pining away misery stricken
Her darkling dejection; looks young yet again.

I `ve seen night consuming: each Ray of Light

The Chilly Gusts of winter draining life within
Obstructing new growth only hastens decay
Oblivious snow that keeps signs of life away…

By Rozi Khan Lecturer in English