As I Walk Through The Desolate Valley Poem by Mohammad Younus

As I walk through the desolate valley:
It is like Amasvasya night.. all is dark,
In heaven not even a single star is seen,
The moon gets no light from the sun;
A brooding population inside their houses,
Huddled in room-corners without a stir or speech;
The air so smoky and thick,
It blinds my eyes,
With great difficulty I can trace the way forward,
And thus I lose all hopes to reach my home;
Then, I notice some enormous convoy passing by,
Soldiers filling the air with savage cries,
Making fearful show of their weapons,
But, I stand calm...
...with my back against the wall;
No fear should I have at their sight,
For I am not a militant or a rebel;
But, my eyes catch fire,
Glancing at the moving convoy...
...my heart throbs with a violent fear;
I am heaving in carnivorous breath...
...coming out from deep jaws of death;
But, why should I despair?
Pournami night is not far too behind! ! !

Mykoul

Amasvasaya Night: Moonless night.

Pournami Night: Full moon night.