“to Whom It May Concern” Poem by Munia Khan

Plunged in night- black as raven’s wing

The power of force moved in a curved path

Light dawned upon when he started to sing

And mystery danced in joy of Sabbath


Cheeks paled; lips dried with fear

Holy smoke from Sherlock’s pipe

When I was slain by my own hands here

Brain crawled for the time was ripe


To open the closed circle of thought

Confronted steep, dark, deepening gloom

Verses of comfort begged me not to rot

For that kindest soul my spirit in bloom


My oath upon the Book of Ruth

I, in debt, to that Arch Angel there

Who healed the wound and fought for truth

Heaven opened wide and we loved to dare.



Written on the morning of the 8th of May,2010