The Undead Boys Poem by Mohammad Younus

Mothers, don't search us in streets and bazars,
Search us among the corpses frozen,
In themountain passes and glaciers,
When we were crossing from the other side
Our brothers, will you recognise us?
We got buried under snow, and rolled down
If you happen to pass by there even now
You might still find our carcasses,
After six hundred years we were awakened,
We did not know our glorious past,
When we ruled from India to Central Asia,
We happily drank down the cup of martyrdom,
It tasted like the fine elexir of life,
They forced us to accept the tyranny as love,
But only the palm that holds the ember knows the pain,
We declined to accept occupation as fait accompli,
And so opted to rise up to claim our land,
The freedom that we frantically dreamed,
Set in motion the mill of resistance,
Which takes its water from the brooks of our blood

Mykoul