. . . from Nahid Khan
In search of you
I thought I found you
Just over my head
In that tree so tall,
With its calming shade.
Then there you were
Suddenly I reached
Flying in the sky
Blue horizon ahead,
For freedom to fly.
But lest I forget
The ocean seamless
Rivers from my eyes
Run straight to you.
There was me in the shell
Your waves opened apart
The saved precious gem
Freed up from old spell.
You are the middle of night
When I dream large in depth
The hope for rest of the black
You would come as dawn-light
For life is not bleak but bright.
The accidental martyr
Neda died today, the world has learnt
A very beautiful teenage girl,
Had a dream of life who just got caught
In the midst of blood swirl.
For no particular reason that she knew
Stood there following others,
Seemed like posing for a camera crew
Became martyr within hours.
All the websites published her well
New agenda out already,
Burning issue for democracy to tell
Her death is the remedy.
She loved someone and was loved
No one knows for sure,
Nobody would deny, not that absurd
They longed to be together.
Maybe they had a plan for the future
In just a year or two,
Could have their dream home for sure
Dream that she drew.
We don't know all that details of her plan
Its not so hard to imagine,
What a beautiful young girl would and can
Do for their ambition.
See that child, placed the wreath on her body
Could it be herself?
The unborn child whom she named already
The latent parent in oneself!
World may have seen just Neda's death
Not the death of hope,
Politics takes lives in life, inside the wreath
More than humanity can cope.
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