They were closed and shut for ever <br />No one could peel of the lids over them <br />The eye brows were made like bows <br />On a forehead that would the Chengiz <br />Have had for his battle for a mask <br /> <br />His lips were sealed never to talk again <br />Like a Greek statue accenting the high bridge <br />On his nose and the cuts with defiant chin <br />Long neck with Adam's and height of a Legion <br /> <br />The innocence that would come from his tongue <br />That would make breathe young girls for eloquence <br />Every one saw the wings of cupid on him <br />When was he bathed and perfumed for the ceremony <br />For the wedding to go and in black he himself <br />Stepping the beats with grounded lightness <br /> <br />Such beloved was he to the mother <br />Who read all her hopes in those emerald eyes <br />He whom she offered twice to the deity <br />Offerings from the eyes of those called evil <br /> <br />He was then the victim of a blast while passing <br />He that lay in coffin with head broken <br />He that did not utter a single word before his soul <br />To the heavens flew in a moment’s space <br /> <br />Only if he had sung a few more songs just few <br />His innocent silence left us so little to sing <br />21/11/2009 <br /> <br />Dedication: To my young cousin Kamran Khan, who died in a blast on 14/11/2009. He was seventeen.<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/his-emerald-eyes/
