Long Past Midnight A Mother Hears Poem by Mohammad Younus

Long past midnight, a mother hears,
Outside her desolate and haunted home,
Violent knocking and banging on the door,
And rises from her bed to see -
Contingents of furious soldiers and police -
with guns and mortars on their shoulders,
Eh! What should I tell to these prowling wolves?
With what pretext should I send them away?
My son has not as yet come back to home,
Alas! there's the moon shining low in the sky,
They might notice my son coming to his home

Mykoul