© Written by Burhan
Peeping through the broken window My ears deaf and my mouth numb Along the police sirens and honking horns of ambulances I remember the sentence in a strange language on a oily paper strip guard passed to my mate. Till now I couldn't decipher that I was lost between hope and despair. I heard most shops didn't open today People were rushing toward graveyard with shovels They have drunk all varieties of wine in a gulp I was bemused, spread the praying rug And the paper was passed to me with a knot sketched. I was the man who knows the death calendar I passed the goodbyes, I still saw a man Peeking through the broken window.