The night’s ghosts came prowling down
All geared in a khaki gown
Wielded upon by a ghost with a frown
walloped and whacked my door that midnight
O horrible! My heart drubbed in fear
at the ghost’s monstrous eyes
Fear I had, for my family that was.
My only son- the crown of my head,
the moon in my dreams!
The khaki ghost saw its prize
Pushing, pulling and dragging
while I kept trying, begging and beseeching.
Whilst I, a hole in my heart now
Days to months; and months to years
Nothing sufficed the khaki ghost.
Days and nights have lost distinction,
Nothing is true anymore
My whole being only a facade.
As my heart whimpers and my eyes wail
I turn left and I turn Right,
Only your Image is my past.
Here and there, everywhere
I tried to inquest the events of that night
As all Khaki ghosts look alike.
Without a news of him
How will you rest O my bleeding heart?
Only the Angels of Death
would cut us apart-
me, your thoughts and this despair
In thy Kingdom O my Lord !
Disgrace not my Faith in Thy Lordship
Re-join a mother to her disappeared son.
Dedicated to the Mothers of Disappeared People around the World
Published By The Kashmir Walla on August 31, 2013