October 18, 2007,
The Thursday of October,
The day, the sun was too intense,
Bringing with its glimmers, an expect,
A wish of a dazzling prospect,
The breezes,
Murmuring at every direct,
Benazir will come,
Revolution will come,
The brandishes of the Arabian,
Still, as if they couldn’t take a move further,
The Himalayas in prostration to God,
Thanking eternity for the sanction,
It had conferred this nation with….
The eyes grab spectacle of a gigantic sea,
A sea of peoples’ support,
Of their approbation for their leader,
For the Daughter of Destiny,
The Champion of Democracy,
It was Benazir,
And the throng was the Bhutto’s daughter’s admirer,
All it had been waiting for,
The daughter of Indus,
The sister of martyred brothers,
And a woman of nerve….
Whose valor was greater than the perils,
Threats of taking away the life……
The twinkles,
When the redeemer of Pakistan treaded,
Stepped on the soil of her ancestors,
A jiffy, where the world can’t shun slits,
Scrapes appear even in the eyes of beasts,
Of the birds and fish,
Where there was zilch to articulate,
The earth flabbergasted,
Benazir’s hands, heaved in reverence,
And in prayers,
In gratitude,
Of finally being able to perceive her fellows,
Of considering the exquisiteness of her native land,
Of sharing the regrets of her people,
Who had been tormented heartlessly,
Had been dispossessed of their breathes,
Of the pale, who had no means of recuperation,
Of the untaught,
Poor children, without any spring of education,
Of sharing the throbbing of women,
Who had given their husbands and children,
For the sake of egalitarianism….
A day in the existence of Pakistan,
A giant city like Karachi,
Turned dumpy enough to house,
The sea of support for democracy,
For after all, it was the homecoming of Benazir,
The influx of a hope,
Of a daring,
For she was the tone of the pitiable,
Of the shelter less,
Of the dejected,
Of the destitute…..!!!
The loam of Pakistan had been calling for her,
Had been edgy enough to receive her,
For there had been too bias,
Too much despotism,
Nothing else was to be found,
Except murkiness, neighboring every way,
No voice was to be heard,
Except that of the explosions,
No other phenomenon to be known,
Except violence and radicalism……
It was the promise of Benazir,
To peter out the anxieties,
To eradicate the tenderness of her people,
To terminate up all the dreariness,
To end up all the chauvinisms,
To make a new Pakistan,
A brawny and prosperous Pakistan,
A Pakistan,
Which was free of starvation,
Poverty, illiteracy and bug….
Verity, sometimes turn to be to unsympathetic,
The revolutions stipulate so much,
The transform calls for too great,
Sometimes, the charge of it,
Circles to be someone’s life,
But not everybody’s dauntless,
Laudable enough to buy the renovation at this worth,
It was the fearlessness of Benazir and only Benazir,
Who for the purpose of saving her soil,
Returned and thereby, gave her life,
Added her blood in her motherland!!!!
This audacity cannot be found someplace else!!!
Jeay Bhutto!!!!
Regards,
Saria Benazir.
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