Suicide Note


When I die— in winter

of all seasons


Bury me in a mosque

near my home

in the vicinity of a tree-temple


So when they come

dragging it

they will also find a corpse— frozen

waiting to be bristled


Then a season later

compose a railway track over it,

carrying all the faces I’d have not known

all the faces I could’ve ignored,


And when they come

burning it

shower them with icicles


And when you have a feast

following their retreat

do not whisper my name


So the faces wouldn’t know

I could not build.



                                                          I have signed, O my enemy, your death–warrant                                                                                                                              Agha Shahid Ali

(Nov 27, 2011)