The Abandoned Grave

No one brings a white rose here
the flower that held his presence,
the stone has forgotten its name
engraved on the slate.
moss writes over it, every month, with soft green
script, and rain dissolves it
into smooth dirt.
wind turns the ground to a mosaic
all of it green,
the earth trying to remember him. He
claimed there would be green in afterlife,
unaware of his destiny.
there was a time, someone knelt here,
with trembling hands and teary eyes,
a soft name in her mouth.
barren trees read the silence
and mourn their own presence
when evenings come down slowly.
this man was once a morning,
the earth named him a nightmare
and holds the shape of a hollow life.

Hamna Kamran is a Pakistani writer and poet. She has co-authored the anthology Letters to No One, and her work has been featured in different magazines, including The Nine Muses Magazine, late night projections, Nettle Literary, and Inksight. With a strong taste for lattes, sunsets, and the quiet melancholy of autumn, her poetry turns ordinary moments into something worth pausing for.