When Dust Carries Names
Footprints remain though voices are gone
A stone sits quiet
Beneath a tired sky
No one calls upon it
No passer asks why
Grass bends in sorrow
Winds cradle the air
Yet no hands return
To brush or repair
They were once cradled
They once laughed loud
Now only silence
Gathers as shroud
No marble engraved
No lanterns are lit
Only seasons surround
Where the unnamed sit
Children with stories
Men with dreams
Mothers with lullabies
Torn at the seams
It isn’t the ending
That makes hearts bend
It’s the way no one
Knows where it ends
A prayer was spoken
A promise made
But both were swallowed
By time’s slow fade
Now a girl passes
With petals in hand
She places them gently
On unmarked land
No words are spoken
No name is known
Yet she feels the presence
Of not being alone
Some call it quiet
Others call it peace
But for her it’s a moment
Where sorrow won’t cease
Not all who vanish
Are truly gone
They live in the footprints
We carry on
About the Creator
Hazrat Usman Usman
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