Swati’s Words – Farrukh Zafar

by admin on November 17, 2009

For an IDP like me, it’s just like Déjà vu,

I’m returning back, to my home in angst and blue.

In debris, bombshells, dead bodies and bricks,

I’ll seek my home where I played with my Sputniks*.

No matter in place of fruits, if hand grenades grow,

You can’t question fate if it’s destined to deathblow.

No matter instead of flowers, if gunpowder is the smell,

I’ll go beyond the feeling, I’ll mould myself to dwell.

My brain says “It’s destruction”; my heart, “It’s the motherland”,

It’s been too much of brain now; I ought to grab my heart’s hand.

- Farrukh Zafar

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