Looking Down Poem by Mohammad Younus

Looking down...
...from the top of a precipice,
Deep down...
...into the dark valley below,
Long I stood there, ...
...stunned, wondering, fearing,
Seeing, noticing...
...no living beings moving,
Only phantom spirits hiding...
...to escape being tormented,
Even when they are dead,
Never imagined to dream...
...such a horrific dream!
The silence of the graveyard...
...was unbroken,
And the only word there spoken...
...as the whispered word...
'This land is ours! '
This they all whispered, and an echo...
...murmured back,
'The land we watered with our blood! '
This is still echoing and nothing more! ! !

Mykoul