The Gourmet Shop Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

This is
What a sad day
Premonitions
Resonating
Like vultures

The cold morning
Which is not
“Dead yet alive”
It is dead
With heavy foot steps
Against the universality
Of nature

The whole city
Conversed with souls
Who were gone
Three days back
And no one
Called them martyrs
Did any one
Gave a name
To the innocent
Victims of war
In holy wars

There are many sirens on the way
They say
This time
The gourmet shop
2/11/2009