Poem for the children who have died in Islamabad

She holds me tight
At the gates of her school
Armed military personal monitoring how a father kisses his daughter goodbye
Weren’t these soldiers to be deployed at the borders?
Shouldn’t the teachers be receiving my little princess?
She does not let go
Something deep within her
Tells her to hold on tight
Her eyes glistering with freight, despair and guilt
An inner reflection of my soul and identify
I look at people around me
The lurid clouds of a nemesis
Shadowing our future and our potential prosperity

October 27, 2009 – when terrorist attached Islamabad