A city so broken

Desolate and barren

The spring weeps

In despair and sorrow

And sings elegies

To the aching wounds

Of the naked alleys

To the parched air

Drenched in tears

Behind whose mist

Quivering in pain

Stands a city

With head held high

A city so broken

So empty and dim

A city with love

Abandoned and blinned

A city of fragrance

And scented rose

A city now death’s

And blood’s odour

#peshawar #poem #poetry #wordcraft

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