Summer come in dreaded town

Qayoom Shiekh

In remote corner the curtains block the hazy rays of sun, 

The air is cold and everything stands calm, 

The trees shiver in harsh chill and wait for spring to come, 

The birds protect babies from the winter onslaught,

Jackals and bears had ventured into human populace, 

Cocks, hens cry for fear of being whisked away, 

Neighbours ask and share winter food, 

The black-blanket has covered everything, 

The jet in the cloudy-sky makes sharp sounds,
Few daring children retaliate with hasty rounds,   

Photo: Owais Zargar

The mountains look gloomy with darkened-white snow, 

The blood is fresh and corpses hung in rusted wire, 

Delve I deep in thought, of people, of life, 

Each day is special in dreaded town, 

The narrators  brings some gruesome memories, 

Of torture , blood-spilling and night-raids, 

Summer, come again, will I live with friends, 

Brutalities will be wiped out with spring treasure, 

People will reach skies, fly like free birds, 

Are buried beneath soil our head never peeps, 

Trees will find cover again, grasses will grow, 

Liberate we ourselves from the flop show. 

A new dawn will be born again, 

Lost in mountains will pour like rain. 

SQM