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Fatima Bhutto’s Poem

September 9, 2008

One of Fatima’s poem and my personal favorite from her book Whispers of the Desert. Read it and you think how true that is even today, after 13 years. In fact, things seem much worse than before.  



Bullets riddle the air

Hate stalks

The streets

But sitting up high

They laugh

Nothing is wrong as long as I have power


Danger lurks around corners

Violence flows as freely as blood in the streets


Death is a part of everyday life

But those at top

Look down at the people and smile

Nothing is wrong

Nothing will go wrong as long as I have power


The city erupts, dissolves

The city collapses

But, at the top

They rejoice

They are in power


End 1995

3 Comments leave one →
  1. September 10, 2008 3:48 pm

    I read a book ‘ShahadatoN ka safar’ by Murtaza Anjum, he described very comprehensively how They Murdered Murtaza Bhutto and his family including Fatima had listened the noise of bullets. It was a national tragedy.

  2. anwar khan permalink
    September 21, 2008 10:06 am

    Writing is the power of preserving,a revenge of mortal hand.We salute u ms Bhutto & well done Ayesha.

  3. anwar marwat permalink
    September 28, 2008 8:36 am

    Ayesha,I want to send you my poetry work *Beyond Sand & Sanity*.Plz email me ur postal adress.

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