Blazing Inferno Poem by Mohammad Younus

Blazing Inferno

Sometimes I feel distressed...
When the troopers with heavy boots and guns...
...baton charge the delicate flowers and...
...lush green grass, and tender saplings;
Sometimes I feel pleased...
...when the native street dogs give vent...
...to their anger and fear;
Bark at the dark-skinned patrolling pongs;
Sometimes I feel pained...
...when I see mothers shouldering...
...the coffins of their children;
Who fought with clods and cotton balls;
Whom they had borne under threat and terror,
Whom they had reared with love, hope, and prayer,
Sometimes I am angered...
...when I see the Dracula sucking the blood...
...of the young boys playing in their graveyard.
Where they went to play with their martyres,
I am a born slave; I am a living slave,
Don't tell me and advise,
Bear your slavery with patience and prayers,
Bear your oppression and tyranny with sleep,
Mother, don't sing me lullabies,
I must keep a vigil, I hear the knock of the soldiers,
So often smashing my door, to barge into my home,
I will continue waiting in the thorny bushes,
Until the marigolds and rosemaries flower and bloom,
I have a dream of standing, remaining and expanding,
In my own land, the paradise on the earth,
But, now, turned into a blazing inferno.

Mykoul