(13 May 1977 / Swabi)

Dead Body

When I pass that stream
Some reflection in my mind
Grasps me and my nerves
A dead body flown away
By flood waters
With muddy hair and open mouth
Tall and soaked in muddy water
Torn out clothes
The elbows scratched
Blood stained

When I pass that stream
My soul becomes heavy
Some mysterious people
Dragging that body
But not lifting it
Just like a dead animal

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