A boy flying home

Plane flying into the Valley

Carrying excited lovers, visitors and couple of silent souls

For only they know that along them a dead boy is flying home.

 

Father of the boy yet to be told

Mother in the grave must have known

The boy is flying home

Coming to be laid to rest next to her.

 

Sister wails and father asks

Where is my boy, where is his mortal frame

And then the muazin calls

He rises and leaves for the mosque.

 

Yet again we have been reminded of the certainty of death

Only for us to forget & behave like immortals

For us to continue living in illusion

Illusion of infiniteness of time

The next day.

 

The coffin has been handed over to the silent souls

Another flight has landed

And another boy in a box has come home.