Killing The Footsteps

Some one told me

Skies are no more blue

nor the wind whistle through the valleys anymore

Only the shrieks resound today

Some one told me

The roads no more bend

to the huts that stood proud of their owners once

I have been told the colours of the water

has changed

it runs deep red now

The clouds are black, laden with horror

Raised by fires that click around the lives

I saw it last night

On a news bulletin

they killed some part of my childhood too

They said that the narrow steep valley is blown up

The path no more bears the footsteps of a languid stroll

that me and my sister took many years ago!

28th Sep.2008 (on the killings and terror, filling the Northern parts of Pakistan)