Sounds of Nothingness

Tale of death, destruction and hope

Today again

Sitting beside the old chinar

I search for the voices. The thumping

Boots have shot the Bulbul I am told

By a seven year old

Whose pheran is still warm

 

You must visits us, he insists

Seventeen odd people in a shallow dig

marked by A stone, that’s my home.

 

Uncle Ganie likes blue eyed people

And he knows Abu will find

Us all. He promised to come

And see me play after asr prayer

Cricket matches are long at times !

 

I ask him about A stone

Not the shale one near the stream

Arshad lives there, not us

Of the size of my fist

Haven’t you seen it before?

 

A thousand of them, I have

All in a hurry, silence prevails

I must go

The curfew starts at six

Who knows I would be shot again

 

Author's Note

Chinar~ Maple
Bulbul~ Bird
Pheran~ Common Dress
Abu ~ Dad