Al Mahmud's Poignant Poem: A Night of Death’s Silent Visit 🖤

Last night Death drove its hand into my room. <br />Through the gap of window <br />that long hand, like the feeling-power of a blind man, <br />advanced a bit towards my bed. <br />My wife was pouring water on the head of our baby. <br />Her eyes were winkless as if they had been two pieces of stone. <br />Her two breasts were swinging in weight of milk <br />as if they had been two ripe fruits. <br />The shower of wate, like the sound of cascade, <br />spread shivers within everything. <br />The light of lantern started shivering just like the <br />feathers of a peacock. <br /> <br />And that hand, I noticed, came near the pillow <br />its pulse swollen, nails uncut and fur shaggy. <br />I wished I had shouted. <br />But in front of Death I can never make any sound. <br />My anger tempted me to grasp that hand. <br />But I knew well about the energy of Death. <br />Would I then pray to Him? No. <br />Death is deaf and fast like the horse of Chengiz <br />Khan .. <br />- Who ? Who ? <br /> <br />The shower of water suddenly stopped. <br />My wife stared at it. <br />There was only the waterless pot into her naked <br />hands. <br />Buttons of her blouse set free. <br />In her tearless eyes, there was nothing <br />but a heart-penetrating sight. <br />I looked at Death and noticed <br />it's retreating towards the window, rolled up like <br />the tail of a dog <br />its nails uncut, pulse swollen and fur shaggy. <br /> <br />[Translated by Sayeed Abubakar]<br /><br />Al Mahmud<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heart-penetrating-sight/