The Grave Digger

The Grave Digger

A Poem by Khawaja Musadiq
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Atta Muhammad claims to have buried over 200 nameless people, given them proper burials and laid their tethered bodies to rest. A tribute to the legend!

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His eyes spoke languages,
He was unaware of,
But his hands,
His hands as of angels,
Spoke of love and compassion.
They were many in number,
Some pale and some distorted,
Yet he embraced 'em all,
Wearing the smile of a kin,
With the same care.
A million times,
His heart drowned in his own tears.
Loaded in blood smeared bags,
Next nameless was brought,
He repeated the same
Love, Affection, Care
Tears and Embraces.
One by one,
He burried 'em all.
Neither was-nor will be,
A man like him.
He is no more.
Who'll now bury our martyrs-unknown?
Who'll gift them an identity?
Alone in this secluded world,
Call back our Atta tonight!

© 2016 Khawaja Musadiq


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Khawaja Musadiq
Khawaja Musadiq

Srinagar, India



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