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The Departure

By Subzar Ahmad

THE DEPARTURE


At midnight, by the windowpane,
He sat for the last time.
That night in my lap, he lay as if a toddler,
So motionless that I felt he was dead.
 
Supposed to run he was but he paused.
With the barrel pointed to the foe,
He asked,
"What would you seek from the Bohr model?"
Nothing much but a race of feats.
 
The barking dogs with devils' eyes
brought to us gestures of fear.
Three and me, together we stood to fight,
To fight for the cause you never understood.
 
You never knew the urge and zeal
That binds and bonds within a second.
No breaks and cracks can bring a halt.
He then woke up after a dream
 
And said, " No need to fear for the Lord is there."
The chains of hell are there in the neck,
"I see them yelling amid the devastating fire."
 
Hurrah! we had won the midnight game,
as the dawn had broken with a drizzling air
"What is it to the mountain if a bird rests?" said he for the last time.

Subzar Ahmad is a student in Kashmir. 

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