In the dead of night
Zahid Mantoo
Through a deep,
narrow gorge
of steepy walls
of ‘’Himalayas’’
and a horrorous stream…
Bloodthirsty, demons wander.
Moving upon
devious flake path
of carved cliffs
with a blood curdling screams.
Dark spooky forest
with old twisted tree branches
lit by the moonlight.
I went up and down
the rough rocky walls
calling for my lambs.
‘Who called me??’ I replied.
Slowly, I felt scary
even my own shadow.
I wrung my hands in despair
when I saw a huge swath
of skin and flesh
ripped away from their bodies,
the bones jutting out in the glistening
white of freshly fallen snow.
Beads of sweat trickled
down my forehead.
In the dead of night,
screams echoed
over the mountains
and filled the deep gorge
of my heart
with rough flakes
and the dry leaf litter
with bloodstains…
