Bring me My Benazir back….Saria Benazir

My ogles are filled with snuffle,
I plunk with a wrecked empathy,
My verve, trapped in billions regrets,
My daylight hours, like if survival has seized,
My instant, repeating of anguish,
Such piercing accidents,
I’ve never faced..
Can never gaze up to them…
I don’t have that much courage,
To breathe without a personality,
Closer to me as anyone else,
Who skilled me to articulate,
To reside…,
To escort the life,
To act to the people around me,
To envisage about my community,
To have my essence in the dust,
To give this terra firma inclination over anything else,
To survive with audacity,
To face every situation with gallantry,
To believe in the help of God,
To have compact confidence in democracy,
In the clout of the commons…
Benazir Bhutto,..It was you…
You made me discover that all…
Bibi _ I did it all….
Where should I go…
Where to acquaint with you…
Please! Return me my Benazir Bhutto,
Bring her back to me……

The watches grab vista of an agonizing phenomenon,
The grime of Garhi Khuda Bux Bhutto,
Too huge, but a pebble empathy it has got,
For it lost all of its sparklers,
Still, the origin of anticipate,
The centre of factions,
Thrash about for democracy,
It always gave confinement to the laudable people,
Who were wholly affiliated to their mud,
Though epochs were too ruthless,
They even gave up their blood,
This day, Benazir Bhutto,
The terrain of Larkana suppurates out,
Get me my Benazir back…


I spot your legacy,
The bequest filled with blood,
Owned by the redeemer of Pakistan, Asif Ali Zardari,
I heed him articulate Pakistan Khappay,
I listen to him dub out,
If you want to subsist like Benazir,
Learn to deal with living like her..
I see your glance in Bilawal,
His speeches, truly grasping your apparition,
The hallucination, you’d struggled for all your life..
Your words, embossed on his psyche,
Democracy is the greatest reprisal,
I see your adored Aseefa and Bakhtawar,
Carrying totally your manifestation,
In the means of their lives,
The act of their demeanor,
I perceive my Benazir,
Completely heart ached,
I’m standing in the world,
Devoid of Benazir….

The instant of life calls out,
Bring me back my Benazir…
Oh! It’s June 21,
Bring me back my Benazir….

Regards,
Saria Bhutto Benazir.