They were closed and shut for ever br No one could peel of the lids over them br The eye brows were made like bows br On a forehead that would the Chengiz br Have had for his battle for a mask br br His lips were sealed never to talk again br Like a Greek statue accenting the high bridge br On his nose and the cuts with defiant chin br Long neck with Adam's and height of a Legion br br The innocence that would come from his tongue br That would make breathe young girls for eloquence br Every one saw the wings of cupid on him br When was he bathed and perfumed for the ceremony br For the wedding to go and in black he himself br Stepping the beats with grounded lightness br br Such beloved was he to the mother br Who read all her hopes in those emerald eyes br He whom she offered twice to the deity br Offerings from the eyes of those called evil br br He was then the victim of a blast while passing br He that lay in coffin with head broken br He that did not utter a single word before his soul br To the heavens flew in a moment’s space br br Only if he had sung a few more songs just few br His innocent silence left us so little to sing br 21112009 br br Dedication: To my young cousin Kamran Khan, who died in a blast on 14112009. He was seventeen.