At His Dawn Of Life Still To Break Poem by Mohammad Younus

At his dawn of life still to break, ...
...he was blinded,
The dusk settled over his vision,
He is now standing upon...
...the darkest rostrum of his life,
The sun has stopped glaring at him,
He is now reeling under a fretful nightmare,
He is struck by the lightning thunder,
The pellets and shells have pulled out His eyes,
Depriving him of enjoying the glamour of his life,
His eyes won't now peep through window silts,
To watch the procession of protesters passing by,
But his heart isn't blinded, his dreams aren't dead as yet,
He was like me, he could hear, see, and speak,
He was like you, he had a dream for future,
He was a young person, his light was taken away,
For a crime that tyranny wrote for him

Mykoul