No more Conflict (Poem)

Poem: No More Conflict

These few shining species
Like diamond and gold
Buried in black stones
Harrowing with dust and dirt

These precious substances
Lightening and shining
Oiling and tenderness
Why did you go below

What made you sink
Below the observable layer
Inspite of all the aids given
The water poured
The filter spread everywhere

Yes! You bullied yourself out
With volcanic eruption
Spreading ashes on every ones face
Now they fear your courage

You would continue
To become solid and unmovable stones
With your full shining appearances
All would be talking about you there

The iron hand
Doesn’t have to go deep
To separate you from the black stones
To make it easier for you to come out

Aaa! You could separate yourself from them
The distinction will become clearer
Those who admire your shining appearance
Carry them on your back to go together.


M.M. Yusif
December, 2008