The Covert Combat
By JUMANA MUSTHAFA
The cosmos and the realm,
which has been diligent hitherto,
relieved more than it could've ever did.
Getting feet wet,
the rife thesis without pauses,
swayed into mute.
Her lips has trempled,
the throbe puzzled it's lull.
Two fetching eyes dealt with -
smoke of the memories met,
Blacked out and,
has lied they weren't wet.
The wrecked locale, the empty walls,
revived holistically.
Slaughtered dreams,
shattered pieces and -
the agony seesawed,
thrived sanguinely.
The knots were tighten,
even not a drop of blood is spilled,
Nonetheless there were a blood pool.
within her,
there was a combat held,
an unsullied covert combat.
By JUMANA MUSTHAFA
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