Dear Father, Whenever I have recollected about you, my heart has burst into an impending longing, my eyes deluged in clueless tears and my face sank in familiar grief. Never ever has your persona visited my memory with joy, maybe this inevitable tragedy befalls every mortal; memories cannot be separated from nostalgiaโa reluctant feeling to…
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…