The Morning With Its Night Lamps extinguished Poem by Mohammad Younus

The morning with its night lamps extinguished,
The morning with its head unveiled,
I look back at the worried children,
Wandering through the bazars shut down,
What are we going to do?
Everything has come to a standstill
The evening of fearful suppression!
The night of the psychological depression!
The morning facedown in the pillow,
What mother will handle them with affection!
Get up! How long you will remain buried in the pillow?

Mykoul