A Valley Inside Dead Like Ice Poem by Mohammad Younus

A valley inside dead like ice,
Its beautiful people chilled...
By a cold wind soaked in human blood.
A reflection of stars on the red waters;
I saw sobbing in the sunlight and the moonlight,
where blood springs seeped out from underground.
A valley—
Come and visit my valley, and hear its chaotic story,
Its meadows are burnt black,
Its colourful flowers removed
Long years ago, its sovereignty disappeared,
Nobody in the world wants to understand
her words:
'The land that we drenched with our blood is ours '
A valley -
As exhausted as I am;
Abandoned by the delightful spring,
And autumn fading away in the fog,
Without bearing any fruit

Mykoul