I Had Flied Out Of My Country... Poem by Mohammad Younus

I had flied out of my country...
...long time back
When I flew back, I looked for my nest;
I spread my wings in the clouded sky...
...Oe'r my city wearing a black chador...
...abandoned by native people;
A ghost city!
Taunting me for having flied out;
I found the city Inhabited by ghosts of...
...war and conflict,
I found a tree and perched on its boughs;
I shrieked with pain to see the ruined city.

Every bird knows its own nest;
I, too, know my nest, that lies there;
But the night is too black and too still...
...that I fear to enter it as my soul is lonely,
The dogs and jackals are howling ferociously...
...at the native people who are walking...
...in the ruined city.

Mykoul