Mysterious Objects Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Would the mind break through it?
Stone hinges and many laurels written on rocks
Behind is the vast barren land
Darkened like the veils worn by women.
How do they live and where?
The little one's cheek says they might be beautiful.
Do they remain in mourning all life?
Fetching water from the stream down
In early cold morning
Do the stars speak any romance?
And where the moon lives
Across the great divide
What is what and how?
People rush to the exit and entrance
For a living.
They drive strange carts to carry the passengers.
If not crushed under the wheels
Or beaten ruthlessly
So they carry some bread to their homes.
While giving safe passage to the great war of cause
No one stops by.
I looked for some learning and tiny children
Hiking up and down the hills
Like the grazing goats
And I find the green tomb of the poet
Amir Hamza Shinwari,
And the village of Khatir Afridi.
I believe the mysterious objects
Have been manifested.

Torkham
Feb 12,2011