gatherings lost in known thingsโ men, women, children, by time or willful wish, split into pieces. eyes filled with glistening sadness, pouring pearls, turning edges roundโ lips wearing forever-frown. an echo of sighs and woes, wrinkled skin like a crumpled rug, torn and battered from blows of time. scarred hands and a face carrying dead…
I enter my citywith blood under my feet.I walk by the lane, flinched. I run- run into daughters,into mothers,who breathe grief;who walk with their shadows underneath. I see fathers, sonsresting in empty coffins. I blind-fold myselfas I walk by broken homes,unmarked graves,and mosques,where now no one prays. I run into my broken citywith broken dreams.I…