I Am A Prisoner in My Central Home Poem by Mohammad Younus

I am a prisoner in my own ancestral home,
My enemy has locked-up me from outside,
My mouth gaged, ears plugged, eyes blinded -
I am disallowed to speak, to hear and to see,
How long can I linger on to endure -
the shame of my captivity?
I want to be free for ever and ever,
I want an end to my persecution and occupation -
My hills and mountains are turned bare and bald,
On the forest lands, the thorny bushes are grown,
My fresh water lakes, streams and springs are polluted,
My winters are chilly but dry -without any snow,
There's rather lightning and thunder all over the winter,
My summers are without the brightful sun,
It rather amply rains and snows all round the summer,
Despite these vagaries in seasons, I won't leave my home,
When Heaven and Earth mingle, stars fall,
—Not till then will I part from my home

Mykoul