The World gets in Centuries…..Saria Benazir

Breezes were puffing,
The blue was flaking rips,
The terrain, that had gone drenched,
It was daylight of June,
The propitious day for mankind,
Fetching about a trust,
An anticipate…….
Wholly a wish….
A day in 1953,
This held the planet in it,
Yes! In not for any being else,
But my existence in it…
That was not a reverie,
A large legitimacy,
I’d seen it with unwrapped ogles…
Though, might it have been a marvel,
Leaders like Benazir,
The world gets in centuries…

The dust of Larkana,
This exalted the world,
With such a nerve,
Such a psyche,
Which fought all days for the people..
Of course, my article of argument,
My centre of dependence,
It’s the woman of century,
The truly Benazir…

Benazir ,.,,,,…
I witness her incredible loveliness,
Exquisiteness of considerations,
Of appearance, like a rose,
Splendor of intents,
Who pondered to make the world,
This gravel, a situate,
Secure to subsist in….
To all my deliberations,
Those clasp the utterance,
A distinct word Benazir,
Though merely a person's name,
But the verve of a teenager,
The ardor of a girl,
The purpose of Saria…

When I have a scrutiny,
On the life of my intrepid leader,
The life, packed with great effort,
Struggle against bias,
The unfair slay of her father,
And the Martial Law Government,
The canon of scavengers,
Where even taking a single gulp of air,
It was harder, even than bereavement.

Fighting against the clutches of dictatorship,
And the fake corruption charges,
And bearing the murders of her young brothers,
The hardships of an ailing mother,
The quandaries, faced by incarcerated husband...
And over that, enormous errands of relations,
Of leading the party,
Continuing with the martyred father’s legacy,

My leader_ Benazir,
Who was compelled to reside in exile,
Far away from her mother land,
But the instants of come back,
I feel hard to line in words,
The knight in shining armor of democracy,
In the insignia of her land…
Who by no means let her valor down,
in spite of receiving hundreds threats,
An atrocious world,
A murky afternoon,
It took away the princess of Indus,
My peak zeal…

Though, they took you from us,
So callously,
We miss you too badly,
Still, we’re left with your bequest,
A blood filled heritage…

Still, every second coerces me to say,
Leaders like Benazir,
The world gets in centuries…

Happy Birth day Benazir Bhutto!

Regards,
Saria Bhutto Benazir!
Jeay Bhutto!