Crimson Gharara – tragedy in Rawalpindi

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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Raza Rumi is a freelance writer from Lahore, Pakistan. He regularly writes for the Pakistani weekly The Friday Times, The News and Daily DAWN on myriad topics such as history, arts, literatue and society. Raza blogs at Jahane Rumi - a website devoted to Sufi thought, the arts, literature, and cultures of South Asia. Raza also edits a cyber-magazine Pak Tea House; and compiles the Development Industry blog . Specialties: Raza is also regular writer at All Things Pakistan, Desicritics, and Global Voices. Raza has worked in Pakistan and abroad in various organizations including multilateral institutions such as the United Nations.

  • 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.