Pakistan
Behold the dying
The debris grazing their faces
Blurred by massive waves, surging
Death draws close
Being released into the air and closer again
They are falling – dripping into water
Like cold stale fish
Behold the dying
Drenched hopes
Their people are drowning
Their neighbors are watching
We are not gasping for air
Yet we watch, breathless
Behold the dying
We extend an arm from afar
But there is much air between our hands
All we are ascends like a flood for you
But you cannot seize our reach
Behold the dying
River arising
Distress arising
Death toll arising
Tears descending
Behold the dying
Our brothers are terrified
Our sisters – Cholera, diarrhea, crisis
Our babies are a thirsting for water – clean water
Nakedness on your village streets
Behold the dying
Respect for the dying
Love for the dying
1,600; 20 million; innumerable
Nakedness, barren skin, being held under
Watery burials
Yet the spirits will boil up
These words bring to my mind an early and intense craving I have to learn of the Hazara people of Afghanistan. Why they have been considered the Muslim outcasts, and for so long been a tortured people? My heart goes out to them; I sit here at my desk, and wonder what I can do, if I could do anything but feel compassion for a culture I’ve never encountered, outside of too much bias literature. I read how they are getting stronger after years past of Taliban torment, my heart swells, they are graduating colleges, becoming our Doctors, our Professors, teachers of the World. I feel inadequate to have such strong empathy for them, and even fictional characters I am drawn to in novels. I have hardly felt a sting of their ache, yet I would give… nearly anything to be able to be apart of their salvation. The world will never be enough…
The words really touch heats but the present condition is decreasing day by day. But i love the society of Pakistan as a whole. There are some difficulties in some specific area but there is a another seen where the word would not touch the end at all.