In Spite Of The Intense Cold... Poem by Mohammad Younus

In spite of the intense cold...
...of Chilīa Kalān, ¹
I forgot to close the window of my room,
The freezing cold air sneaked in,
It bit my sleepy eyes to force me hear,
The shrilling bullet sounds and groaning shrieks...
...of some young boys,
My soul witnessed a horrific bloody scene,
Staged up in winter fog at city outskirts,
That prompted me to sing a mourning song...
...for the unknown martyrs,
Buried under the cover of darkness...
...at some unknown burial site,
Where they were hidden without a nameplate

MyKoul

1. First forty days of the winter.