My Nightmare Poem by Mohammad Younus

As I retire for rest at night,
My sweet dreams come to greet me
With love, peace, and liberty
Soon the sun gets veiled,
By the dark thick clouds in the sky,
My mother, in long black shrouds,
With a dead body in her lap,
Silently moaning and mourning,
Suddenly, appears before me.
I know that the bleeding rose,
The little martyre, in her lap,
Is her little innocent child,
Who was bulleted in chest,
And pelleted heartlessly in eyes,
While suckling mother's breasts,
My heart comes in my mouth,
And chills come down my spine,
With painful sorrow and anguish
Like a flag, fluttering in the battlefield,
The candle's red flame flickers.
I open the windows to look out,
At the soldiers parading on the street,
I get frightened at the sight of ghosts' shadows,
Moving under the clouds darkening the sky,
I can't breathe for I am afraid,
They are prowling to catch and kill,
The sleeping children as their prey,
Or, take them away without warrant,
To kill them in a fake encounter

Mykoul