Ash Beneath Our Toes
We stepped where silence never ends
By Hazrat Usman UsmanPublished 6 months ago • 1 min read
Photo by Andrew Charney on Unsplash
Dry ground
no name
No grave
no stone
Still hearts
still air
One scarf
torn red
One coin
worn smooth
One prayer
unheard
A whisper
no echo
We stood
then knelt
Fingers touched
silent soil
No one spoke
but all wept
The wind
blew soft
Ash rose
then fell
We buried
not knowing
We remembered
not faces
Only weight
only silence
Mothers gone
sons too
The sand
took everything
But not
our steps
Each mark
held grief
Each breath
held fire
They are
now part
Of earth
and time
And we
are left
Walking
but remembering
Until
we join
Their hush
beneath dust
About the Creator
Hazrat Usman Usman
Hazrat Usman
A lover of technology and Books


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