MY IDEAL _ PRESIDENT ASIF ALI ZARDARI _ by Saria Benazir

Caught in remarkable crowds,
And copious, chanting out,
Jeay Jeay Bhutto,
Live Live Bhutto,
The realities take a dissimilar twirl,
And here, life’s to observe,
Though, description requires nerve and valor,
Far greater than the subsisting one,
For you’d have to stir along,
Fight and struggle for it, too long…
It’s here, you’d come across facts,
And of course, your life’s going to revolutionize,
Change to an absolutely new one…..

My enthusiasm,
My idyllic,
My craze,
It ain’t just a word,
But of course,
The fable before it is too long,
A saga of prolonged anguishes,
Prisons and forged charges,
Exiles and afflicts,
Physical and mental both…
For it requires extra courage to depict that all…

Though, impractical enough to get facts,
Those veiled realities,
A partial thought can never get,
My eyes catch sight of enormous crowds,
A sea of support for freedom fighters,
Of the flag bearers of egalitarianism,
With all promising aims to overcome poverty,
Inflation, crime and injustice,
Where the common were slaved by their fellow countrymen,
In such hard-hitting times,
There stood my beloved leader to struggle,
Facing billions of hardships,
Standing all alone in a malicious world,
But he never gave up,…

Still, continued speaking for the rights of the nation,
Though, all he got as recompense was mere misery,
Scorching warmth,
And feet of such a sizzling floor,
And the tongue, cut off,
Too astringent realities,
And further more,
Heart sufferings,
He bore it all with endurance,
With hope of a better day, ahead…

The one, who sacrificed every of his possessions,
Away from family, from his beloved ones,
The eyes of Benazir,
Bilawal, Aseefa & Bakhtawar,
Filled with tears,
Waiting to gaze at him,
The one, who hardly could give love and warmth to his children,
When they needed it,
For he gave up all his joys for the sake of this nation…

The heart aching moments,
Hardly a year, the family was together,
Same catastrophes,
A blow,
That filched the last hope,
My dearest leader Bhutto Benazir,
At times, I hear masses,
Calling out WE DON’T NEED PAKISTAN,
But himself in need of a shoulder to cry on,
He gave strength to all,
Saving Pakistan once again,
By calling out “PAKISTAN KHAPPAY”.


HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
I love you President Zardari!
You truly are my ideal!!!
I’m fortunate to share my birthday with you!
President Asif Ali Zardari is our pride _ The gem, God blessed this nation with.

Regards,
Saria Benazir!