While you carry my name, you call <br />Me names. Speak, a paradise on earth <br />My greens, are ashes, my trees are <br />Flames, stones –sharp, weather harsh. <br />You still carry my name, it sells <br />Across, it evokes an awe, a barbarian <br />A woman, you say, goes only to funerals. <br />Man’s trade is, hung on a wire <br />A child is a pity, made disabled for life. <br />Houses are dug caves, walls, a range. <br />In the streams flow blood, <br />In the gardens, the fruits fall <br />To your lap only, because… <br />It happens to be so happening since long. <br /> <br />Sadiqullah Khan <br />Peshawar <br />December 1,2013. <br /> <br />-On Waziristan, after reading a review of a novel, The Shadow of the Crescent Moon, written by Fatima Bhutto. <br /> <br />Writer-activist Fatima Bhutto has penned her debut novel which encounters the life of three brothers and two women in a small town in the troubled tribal region of Waziristan near the Afghanistan border. <br />'The Shadow of the Crescent Moon', published by Penguin, chronicles the lives of people trying to live and love in a world on fire - the three brothers Aman Erum, Sikandar and Hayat and the beautiful Samarra and desolated Mina. Fatima Bhutto @ Deccan Chronicle<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/while-you-carry-my-name/
