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 the Disappeared people.
Posted on: Fri, 08 Nov 2013 14:45:45 +0000
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