From within the graves
For peace they crave
As forgotten is
The message they gave
The unity they preached
Could never be reached
Ah restless they lie
With pain they sigh
So loud they cry
Their eyes bleed
And hearts weep
When senses get numb
And sensibilities go dumb
As bodies are shred
And limbs allover fly
Glass bangles break
Amidst screams and cries
When breadwinners die
As blood splatters
Their dreams shatter
Their shrines haunt
It’s peace they want.
Just peace they want.
(Context: On repeated suicide bombs on Sufi shrines).
Blind to Bounds 
Comments on: "SUFI SHRINES" (1)
Lovely work Ilmana. I am with you.
love
rana