Foreign Flag Poem by Mohammad Younus

The autumn moon rose full again tonight
In my gutted village, a lone child player
Hoisting flags of a neighbouring country
I looked at his radiant face under the moonlight
I struggled in my mind to know what makes him
To hoist a foreign flag on the thatched roof,
Of his mudd-house that has no light bright,
An old lady with a hunched back appeared
From willow groves, stopped before me,
In a feeble voice, she told me confidentially
The fire breathing dragons are around the village
Move the little bab away, O perplexed man!
Lest dragons should harm this innocent bab
He is walking back and forth with a foreign flag
Because he has lost his own flag
All around the gutted village, there were graves
Of some unknown child players:
Sleeping in cold night, dew falling over the tombs.

MyKoul