An Old Grave At The Corner Of Malkha Poem by Mohammad Younus

An old grave at the corner of Malkhah -
Opposite to Zindáshah Masjid,
Lost in thorny tribulus weeds,
There is no one left in his family,
No one of his disciples either,
To tend the tomb, or visit to pray,
Only an oldman occasionally passes by,
Once I was his pupil, when a youth,
Learning deeply from him in his shanty,
I would daily after college go to him,
The years passed between us in silence,
I visited his grave but found him at rest,
How can I get lessons from his departed soul?
I stand dejected over his tombstone,
To offer a silent Fatiha prayer.
The sun suddenly disappears behind the horizon,
And I'm frightened by the howl of dogs,
I try to pull myself away but cannot,
A flood of tears soaks my grey beard.

Mykoul