All the night Creatures crawled up to my desk ~ & I wondered…
What Creature am I in their language? The one with the touch of Death or the God with untimely sunlight ~ as bright as a snowfall in the raging summers?
They keep coming back, I don’t think they’ve a name for me.
Sometimes, a shadow looks like my Father hiding behind the door,
At other times, it metamorphoses into an old hag that laughs at me while I read the ‘Articles’ of the ‘Constitution’ aloud…
& Even the night Creatures laugh – at a nameless horror; but I only defined ‘Democracy’, I only swallowed a slice of cake and brushed aside this noisy mosquito.
It was the only one pricking at my skin instead of laughing – when I (defi)n(ed)
D – E – M – O – C – R – A – C – Y.
– Nameera Anjum Khan
