MUHAMMAD DANIYAL
My mates
As heart as always awaited
A messenger of truth, freedom and peace
One came walking to me, my cell
Through the dark alleyway like corridor that walks to my bars
Its rythmic cracks were like filigree
Very long , very dark be day, or be dark night
A weak slumber was over me 5:00 am it was
His toe taps weekened this half death even more
He smote my iron bars times few
Called he me, ”Get up you shall be hung”
This was not of peace nor freedom nither of truth
I fell , yes my mates I fell in a pit of extreme emotions
Surprise ,fear, dumbfoundedness¬ and a tremble slight
Heart beat, heat and recovery
To this messenger I must have appeared weathered
But for a moment or two
Struck me the promises of Lord thy great
And the deals with him I had once made
Gods words , promises;
At my martyrdom,at my departure
Angels who would ease it out for me
Their faces glowing white and bright
Telling me every second I had it made
A seconds sleep and a life new again
Of the graves earth more than a bed of comfort
Of the grave a room, a window open wide
Of the scent that would come from the open window
Of the hevens great so and a hereafter so splendid and majestic
Lets not waste time counting its beauties , aroma and bounties
Next,
I offered my going to be last Prayers,Thanksg¬iving and Praise to Him
I then walked chained while the finished chores
And I was occupied by Heavenly Hoors
Most appeared gloomy,sad and phantom
A moment thought I also of
Kins and kiths,son and wife, Pa and Mum,life free
Regrets zero,longing not at all
Just joy
For my home, kiths and nation I peened words some
”Dont mourn,respect my martyrdom”
I prayed for me , I prayed for all
In chains my walking was like a crawl
My heart went to my fellow inmates
Could do nothing prayed for their fates
It was sour but no complains , no regrets
I reached were I was to be made alive
Many must have thought I was to die
I wanted my mates to be happy and I wanted to wish them a bye
As if they were hearkening , whispered I words to them
I climbed the structure,
Ah! Beautiful arrangements for death,sorry life
The hangman looked gloomy and he soon was in tears
He touched my feet,stood up,and then covered me with black
I said the Kalima one last time
Inward smiling kept I
There was a strange courage
An unexperienced vigour
A never felt joy
Yes these were Angels tickling me
And God made me brave
And suddenly came a fall, this time physical it was
I was hanging, yes I was hanging
Angels appeared as per the Great Promise
Satisfaction
Through all this somehow I knew I was in pain
But I just knew , I was not
It was like being pricked by an object most blunt
I could feel some crux,some bulk escaping right from toes
I died , I knew I did
But I was already alive
They had quelled me in world one, in other vibrant I was
Since then all common
Some deserved privelleges
I am a martyr you know
Listen now from Shaheed Maqbool
Same narration it is to be
Poet is a student of class 11th from Sopore
