Four dejected sons, <br />Shouldered a catafalque, <br />Of their deceased father, <br />Each propped the corner, <br />And went ahead sweating, <br />With prints of grief on the faces, <br />The Imam also move ahead <br />In their company, and the five <br />After having performed obsequies, <br />Stood with grave looks around <br />The fresh dug conic heap of earth, <br />And raised hands for the prayer <br />For the deceased mason, <br />Whose built houses of the village, <br />Still stood behind the banyan tree, <br />But with the silence prevailed lanes, <br />For the dwellers had gone, <br />To watch the annual dogs’ fight <br />Fight till death, <br />Death either of the one or of the both.<br /><br />Muhammad Shanazar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dwellers-had-gone/
