Crimson Gharara – tragedy in Rawalpindi

3 November 2009

I am posting a lovely poem by Foqia composed after the horrible tragedy in Rawalpindi.

I queuing at the Bank,

for my monthly salary.

Image of crimson gharara, its goata lace,

dancing before my eyes.

My four year old Sara in my arms,

I saw it in the market a week ago.

Am waiting for new bank notes,

their smell of freshness, welcome to this clerk’s nose.

The sound of them being counted a break from my mundane life of office sounds,

The thought of buying groceries for Eid,

And then a thundering jolt broke me into pieces,

My body scattered hundred yards,

What will it wear now but a shroud,

The Crimson ‘gharara’ hangs for another buyer in a small shop in downtown Saddar.

3rd November, 2009

Edit: Isa Daudpota

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  • Rehan Qayoom

    Powerful Words. Thanks for posting.

  • Abdul Nishapuri

    Great poem. Thanks for posting.

  • Dr Amjad Siraj

    Reminded me of the blast of 18th october where I actually saw all this happening to people including me, only difference was that my fate was slightly different!
    Actually a powerful mind has written these powerful poem

  • annie

    Beautiful poem. I am feeling sad for those who lost their lives in that suicide attack.