Ahsan Bhatt Poetry

I see it now, that spectral envoy
Exuding from your receding backside.
I heard it just now, between the raindrops,
From within the wails of faded beings.


Your dreams have unveiled their song
Embodying a most ominous progression,
Entailing a hymn of obdurate sacrifice
That stains my chest a defiled shade of crimson.


Your eclectic eyes delude you,
Splicing a perfect Tomorrow into Today,
Forsaking Yesterday to expunging flames
As your steadfast sigh disperses the remnants.


This is your beloved genocide:
Of every still frame.
Of every footstep.
Of every brushstroke.

Poet: Mark Bartholomew