At a certain point I lost track of you
They make a desolation and call it peace
When you left,even the stones were buried:
In the lake the arms of temples and mosques are locked in each others reflections
Your history gets in the way of my memory”
-Agha Shahid Ali
In the Winter of 90’s
When nights were long
And life fugitive,
Mothers sang lullabies
For their loved ones.
Houses burned or empty?
Because they disappeared
Like moon from the sky.
No priest left to save idols.
As they passed by the almond trees-
where once we together collected them in our ‘halams’
and the Saffron fields
Which now smells of blood;
-To the plains there, towards my south
hiding their exiled faces.
They had no choice my love
But to leave,
Leave us forever
without bidding us the last farewell
as they left in midnight
in trucks like caravans of the deserts.
They never came back to see the walls of fire,the broken bridges and the clay lamps that once scattered light on their pedestals.
We disappeared too
No,we did not flee as thee
Some disappeared,some forced to disappear.
A child carries a coffin of his father on young shoulder.
Women peep through windows to see their heroes.
Days dissolved into nights
without their touch
Without their sight.
And each day they entomb a minaret
Flowers grow near them, as I count.
The gaze of the masked cat in gypsy
Traded us in the imperious darkness of unmarked grave
Causing mother’s inundating eyes for longing
And raids of men with long white boots
Makes one to shrink under the broken table in attic.
Beguiling voices echo when gentle flacks of snow fall
Singing songs of sorrow from distant cage.
When they left,
hearts were dipped in blood,
Besieged by winds of grief
But I foresee them coming
Our tragedy is not greater than your tragedy
So come its easy if you come
Our tombstones will lead you to your milestones.
– Miran Gulzar, second year(English)
(The epigraph of the poem has been taken from Agha Shahid Ali’s poem ‘Farewell’)