Oh mighty sky you be witness.
To these wounds. That forces
of brutality has inflicted here.
Shower lightly over these impressions. And let all vanish
In a merciful rain.
Of what use are these ruins?
That reminds a collapsed dream. Every house is indebted to graveyards.
Some minor, some in major.
Every life is at loan. Death is here every night’s guest.
Those who live here are dead like creatures. They have seen features washed in tears.
As children of conflict they roam in dark nights.
How come they escape from horrible dreams.
Death is inevitable, but what life is this?
When a groom dies before a lawful longing kiss.
Of her beloved, who is now widow. Some one had inscribed on her hands
Name of her beloved in Persian mehandi
Just a minute before
the day may raise the sun of her sorrows.
