A Cottage Of Love Smashed Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

An old-man after the burial of two sons,
A daughter and his aged faithful wife,
Began to search contents of the cottage,
With anxious perturbed eyes
Bearing the expression of helplessness.
A few worried men, women and children
Of the locality gathered around to sympathise
With the cumbersome grave hearts.

He rummaged around ashes of the rubbled cottage,
Two goats and their young babes
Lay all shredded amid the wreckage;
A parrot in the cage was ragged, torn to pieces,
But lay liberated from the encagement of life.

The old man searched and searched,
At last found he a bag made of aged patched cloth,
It contained neither money, nor gold nor silver
But a handkerchief, a ring and a few letters,
The relics of his wife: an expired companion
Who presented them when she had been his fiancée.

He picked the bag and placing near to the heart
Moved away almost silent uncomplaining
But with the uncertain broken wrecked heart
To the unknown shelter harbour of peace,
In the meanwhile
The sound of an attack by Drone was heard again,
Yes; the same Drone operated by pioneers of the world.