Who killed him?

Morning breeze,
I heard the yelling words
Lal-Chowk, tower clock
Its hour needle still missing.

New bus!
Smell of steel, suffocating.
Young faces, all around.
Exotic perfume, a relief.

Conductor,collecting money.
A young boy,
green tie and grey pant.
Not very tidy.

His old dented geometry box
Half-broken, half tattoed
coins made clinking noise,
he paid the fare.

Memories revisited me.
School, my old school days.
I always walked the distance.
It had been some years now.

Ashai bagh bridge,
Nageen and Dal met
What Nostalgia!

Obscure, but I see
Minaret, architectural excellence blend with faith,
Dastgeer sae’b,
hearts filled with prayers.

Green knots tied,
they call them wishes.
Who knows what the wishes are?
rewarded or not!

They asked driver to turn,
hundreds of voices together.
Who were they?
No one dared to ask

“They killed feroze”, some one screamed.
Everything blacked out, I was blind,
I can’t believe them, he
Has a promise yet to fulfill.

How could they,
it wasn’t easy
to fix between two finites
An infinite.