“a Stain Of Blood” Poem by Munia Khan

I am a stain of blood on the wall

On the wall in a prison cell

A verdict of soul-slaughter

On the grounds of a provocative swell


I miss that ounce of a holy flesh

Between my fragile skin and bone

Where I used to play in merriment

But now I am alone to atone


This ancient wall of love

Here firmly made of stone

And it shows mercy everyday

For I am on it to moan


Dangling my hopeless bones

In a nearby woods of dreams

Skull given to the physicians

I still can hear those screams


I am a bloodstain on the wall

On the wall of a darkest jail

And in this jail of the crooked world

A confinement I avail


Frustrated adventurousness of youth

Can spring from no where

I may forgive my becoming a stain

If only my soul craves for the fair!


Written on the night of the 2nd May,2010