A handful of sky

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Memories of a handful of sky
A moonlit night
A heavenly garden
Moments frozen in a macrocosm
Mired in haziness
A collage of images
Of the dead and the doomed.

A treasure
Of a thousand smiles
A ten thousand cries
A million hearts
Breathing hope
And drinking grief.

Mothers’ frantic calls
Sounds of the marching boots
Of soldiers, warriors,
Freedom fighters.
A neighbor’s cry
At a newborn’s death
Curtained windows
And latched doors,
Blacked out evenings
And macabre mornings
Waiting for deliverance.

A faceless figure
In the deadly dark
Sucking at a juvenile’s blood –
Tell me who you are
What you are –
A priest, a saint, a sinner?

Give me a word
A sword
To tear through
The deadwood,
The senile past,
The arrogant enemy.

Give me my handful of sky
My bit of earth!

© Sadaf Munshi Oct. 6, 2011

One comment

  1. Kashmir changed a lot…..I could no longer see the same thing in their eyes which I used to see….The outlook had changed overnite…
    Pen got replaced by pistol……Affection replaced by hatred for no fault of mine …..There was no fun continuing with illusion and fear.

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