It hits me in the womb

Dark­ness freezes the vision
To the lim­its of my feet
The cold has already numbed them,
I can­not walk. Stoned and stunned.
In dark­ness.
Love-veil has almost shat­tered down.

(Sar­mad’s voice echoes and echoes
Hit­ting hard­er and hard­er)

Pain is no sight
It is not a feel­ing either
It is noth­ing.
So, I am noth­ing.
My voice is no voice.
Sar­mad’s voice is no voice.

But, it hits me in the womb.

I am the moth­er of no child
Friend of no wife
Lover of no man.
I am no one.
I am keep­ing my woes to myself,
Your wish not to be involved
Is accept­ed and respect­ed
But, it, too, has hit me,
Some­where, where pain is no word,
Love is no life.

Dark­ness defeats the old com­pan­ions,
Dark­ness sweeps the pas­sion­ate lovers.
Dark­ness is all.
The vision,
The sight,
The feel­ing.

Lull my voice to the inno­cence
Of not know­ing.
And, let me sleep
In the arms of dark­ness

.….….….….
Sar­mad is Salmaan Haider’s three year old son. Salmaan was abduct­ed on 6th Jan­u­ary and has­n’t returned yet.