The Parched Chinar Poem by Mohammad Younus

Forests, trees, brooks and hills give me hope,
All are awaiting for the dead to arise from the graves,
Each tree in the village but speaks to me,
And tells me, pure, complete, spring shall return;
My mind wants to escape from mayhem,
To the branches of chinar and walnut trees,
To relax in peace, away from the maddening crowd,
But, the Siberian winter has befallen on this land,
All trees, the young and old, have shed off their green dress,
I am looking from a distance and brooding over my calamities,
Where must I take refuge from fear and terror?
After all, all people here are in a state of shock and trauma,
As they are in the middle of ghastly nightmare screaming;
it's our wretched lot for no crime at all!
I desire, now, to spin around and lose myself...
In the melodies pouring forth from divine;
I desire, now, to sign myself out...
After remaining logged in for a long time...
In the deep din of the ding dang song of the world;
Do you know that I yearn for the melodious song
just like a parched chinar begs for water to get its life back?

MyKoul