The second installment in a series of poems from Pakistan (and beyond)
The first in a series of poems from Pakistan
The lead soldier has a moustache,
just like Arrouj’s.
Neat, well trimmed,
Si Mimouni was kind
and friendly and open and good-looking.
He was also reputed to be really smart.
Since Harun died–
was killed, that is–
Warda hadn’t had many visitors.
Tragedy, Irony and Triumph
Poetry on family
You lose your sense of reality
if you are not part of civil society
We feel for you
But act we don’t
We share your pain