The ballad of the wall. 



I sat on the doorstep of abandoned house.

Scattered torn and spilled, Grothous*.

Amazed by, sycamore and teak tree.

Standing telling the history.

Look I saw, broken toys and dolls.

The carvings on walls

The children echo from alls.

Pearls like shine, in my eyes.

As the tears fall down.

Family and brethren all gone.


Diverging lights from the walls.

Carcasses of food and females stalls.

All clotted with blood and free.

Telling me the dreadful history.

Causulities and collateral damage.

Was sited by me, the house I could only see.

The silent cries agony and pain.

Was so evident.

My hands and feet trembled, precedent.

Can’t you see the misery.?

When the deaf hears the history.

The house has a clot, broken and still.

Breath no air and looks for its kin.

‘Go bring me, my inhabitants’, :yellin’.

Walls of house I see you tellin’

In my hands there is no wands,

Can take the balls back to cannons.


There you see a child smiling,

It used to be, now stucked in a framing.

This innocent has yet no wings.

Now in a this earth, draped in white.

Waiting for a day for all his smiles.

The daughters, son and people

The brethren and all kith and kin.

On the floor you stand has blood spills

The innocent did nothing but has bearings.

I stand losing their hope, I wasn’t strong to cope.

The sound of the cries,

The shout of of missiles,

I wasn’t strong enough to hold.

Alas, the dust has it all,

My friend all you need to do

Is spread the message.

For innocent life’s is precious

Behold to the Rope of the Most Gracious.

This life is one, a gift and a test.

For there lies a recompense.

For the soul who doeth the wrong.,

Surpasses the worldly law,

Will grabbed by the forelocks.

On the day that is bound to come.

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I sat on the doorstep of abandoned house.

Scattered torn and spilled, Grothous.

Amazed by, sycamore and teak tree.

Standing telling the history


Four words story.

They live,

you sleep.

*Name of this imaginary house, Means a place of safety.

A repost.

Poem ‘Untitled’

Love story


a poem life

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Images do not belong to me.

Published by AQUIB

the unsung poet..

119 thoughts on “The ballad of the wall. 

  1. Oh.what is dis tragedy?everyone know.government know.but nobodys are doing any efforts but only some words of sympathy.all humans should come ahead to stop dt terrorism in dis world.thank to u for put up a most sensitive point.marvellous.

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  2. Your poem touched my heart and the pictures you have chosen brought tears in my eyes. And reminded me of so many beautiful places in this world (yes, Syria is one of them) that are turned into ruins. So many beautiful and innocent souls who did nothing wrong…to be victimized by political powers they don’t even understand. My prayers are with all of these little ones. My gratitude for you, for writing courageously and honestly, with so much talent. And for honoring me by following my blog! Thank you! Be sure that every like I’ll ever give comes from my heart!
    Blessings of love upon you!

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  3. Very nicely done aquibview.
    Some of the poem reminded me of a reality that I didn’t want to be reminded of and some of the pictures were a little sad but you brought it all together nicely.
    It’s really a shame that some of the bad things are going on but we have to take the good with the bad.

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    1. Thanks Zankhana, I pulled your comment out from my spam folder. Sorry about that. ..
      Haha.. I am super novice in these.. But thanks for the curiosity… 😂😂I like it.. God bless you with success here and in hereafter.

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      1. Your most Welcome ❤
        And oh! So hard! Your effort of pulling it up from spam! I appreciate! Haha! Thank You!
        If you’re novice!!! Toh! Where are we ??? Lol!😂
        Thank You So Much 🙏🙏🙏😊

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      2. ☺️☺️, we are on same platform of wp.. Haha..
        Again, please do write to the reason why your comments are being spammed? And ask them to sort it out..or an easy way, reach out to instant help and support in the app.. It is so helpful. Is it happening more frequently with you?


      3. I really don’t know y it’s happening!!!!
        It’s just happened with 2 more blog posts….!!!
        And your one…
        Rest it’s fine….!!! Hope it recovers soon! 😶
        Thank you for help!😊


  4. What to say? I can’t really explain how I felt while reading it. Everything seemed to be happening right before me. How I missed this masterpiece! If I say this will be soon taught to students in their classes, it would be no exaggeration. Really a moving and saddening one.


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