Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
A Cry By Meena Mustafa
A dusty road lies beyond my imagination
I stretch across the naked earth still
lingering in despair
From every corner I hear a cry,
A broken image before you lies
In the cruel hands of death
Is the streak to kill
People tormented
Broken houses
Empty stomachs
Burning desires...
There is neither a path nor a destination
'cause it's the end of the journey
and strange enough no one knows
when dust suddenly covers you...
poem
by
Meena Mustafa
solid border
dashed border
dotted border
double border
groove border
ridge border
inset border
outset border
no border
blue
green
red
purple
cyan
gold
silver
black