Shadows Of The Dead Poem by Mohammad Younus

Long are the shadows of the dead...
...in the valley of Nundrishi and Lalded;
A bullet cuts through the heart of an innocent,
Piercing its artery, as people chant, in one voice:
"God is Great! '; ' This is our land! ';
A bomb explodes and crumbles the Old Mosque...
... as prayers echo, "God, have mercy on the weak! "

Long are the rows of the dead waiting for burial,
Food in abundance available for the hungry birds of prey!
Who feast on the flesh and bones of the dead in mute silence;
They are happy that corpses are not dumped in deep graves;
Suddenly, all the vultures together fly off to the sky in fear...
...when they hear the dead groaning with anger:
"We'll rise from the dead and march to celebrate the freedom'.

MyKoul