Swat is Weeping

August 19, 2010
By Maheen-H BRONZE, Islamabad, Other
Maheen-H BRONZE, Islamabad, Other
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Standing in a queue and waiting for food,
my memories fly back to a small house.
With lush gardens and flowing streams,
My mother's calling for meal,
Playing with my friends and running in the fields.
Here I am lost in my dreams.
Packed in a small roomed is my family waiting for food.
My feet are sour and my limbs weary.
Gone are the gardens and the flowing streams,
the laughter, the gatherings and my little dreams,
gone is the school, the books and bags,
friends and families are now in rags.
Standing in the queue and waiting for food.
Here I am lost in my dreams,
waiting for my mother's calling for meal.


The author's comments:
I wrote this poem during the attacks by the Taliban in Swat. I imagined myself in the place of a young Swati girl and wrote what I imagined.

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on Sep. 18 2010 at 5:28 am
Maheen-H BRONZE, Islamabad, Other
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I'd be waiting for that. :)

Anum. said...
on Sep. 16 2010 at 6:34 pm
Anum., Brampton, Other
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Wow,

I remember reading this when I came to Pakistan.

It still amazes me, and I can't wait until you write more stuff !
Keep up the good work, and as soon as I get time, I'll start putting up some of my work too :D


on Sep. 16 2010 at 7:06 am
Maheen-H BRONZE, Islamabad, Other
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Ooops! looks like I made a spelling mistake. My bad!




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