Would the mind break through it? <br />Stone hinges and many laurels written on rocks <br />Behind is the vast barren land <br />Darkened like the veils worn by women. <br />How do they live and where? <br />The little one's cheek says they might be beautiful. <br />Do they remain in mourning all life? <br />Fetching water from the stream down <br />In early cold morning <br />Do the stars speak any romance? <br />And where the moon lives <br />Across the great divide <br />What is what and how? <br />People rush to the exit and entrance <br />For a living. <br />They drive strange carts to carry the passengers. <br />If not crushed under the wheels <br />Or beaten ruthlessly <br />So they carry some bread to their homes. <br />While giving safe passage to the great war of cause <br />No one stops by. <br />I looked for some learning and tiny children <br />Hiking up and down the hills <br />Like the grazing goats <br />And I find the green tomb of the poet <br />Amir Hamza Shinwari, <br />And the village of Khatir Afridi. <br />I believe the mysterious objects <br />Have been manifested. <br /> <br />Torkham <br />Feb 12,2011<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mysterious-objects/
