The curfew was imposed, <br />The women, men and children <br />Of the valley were banned <br />To come out of the houses. <br />The whole hot day of June <br />Was spent in exchange of fire, <br />The volleys of bullets went overhead <br />With the buzzing sounds; <br />Sometime mortars and heavy guns <br />Came in action too. <br /> <br />The soldiers roved in the deserted streets <br />All resistant with weapons, <br />As if the ghosts were discarded, <br />From the door of purgatory, <br />And they all came back to launch a war <br />Against the countrymen. <br />Their mother and daughters, sisters and wives, <br />Sitting afar are baffled to think upon, <br />Whether they would return in persons <br />Or with silver medals, wrapped in coffins. <br /> <br />Motars, guns instilled fear in the spheres, <br />No one dared come out of the huts, <br />The nation remained watching the show on TV, <br />The commanders remained busy in the lodges <br />In drinking, eating and chatting. <br /> <br />When tut, tut, tut of the guns Gs III ceased, <br />And the break in curfew ensued, <br />The residents of the battled valley <br />Men, women and children came out of the abodes <br />With scythes in hands, they ran to the farms, <br />To harvest over dried wheat-crop, <br />And to pick over-ripe fruit hanging on the trees.<br /><br />Muhammad Shanazar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-the-break-ensued/
