Seeing Him Returned Alive

There was no smell of dusts in the winds It was not the season of dusts either But he got back from nowhere We are made to believe Even though others like him could be allowed to live They will never return Save their dead bodies We cried in groups out of great ecstasy Seeing him returned alive We continued crying and laughing and hugging and kissing The whole new moon through the seasons of the Rains Through all the consecutive full moons till the arrival of the Spring. _________________ Translated in English by Akhlaque Ahmed