Graveyard of empires

Syed Jesarat


The postman hasn’t

Left the post office since

Two decades,

My Dream’ letters –

to the Broken mirror

of Himalayas

Will never reach you

But the scattered carcasses.


The pocket letters of

Our times’ are

hollow shadows of

memories snatched away

And kept in a dungeon

With dead corpses.


I write to you every

Summer and –

two summers have passed

With repetition of funeral

And less number of smiles,

Jhelum is the witness.


This burden is heavy

and Smoke has filled the hearts

Of raw fleshy thighs –

And we are sinking slowly

Into the web of spiders –

In the graveyard of empires.



Syed Jesarat is currently pursuing a Masters in Philosophy.




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