There was no resistance movement <br />There was void and a huge empty space <br />There were few trees and the sun was very bright <br />There was no one to resist against <br /> <br />The had left every wall and every street leading <br />Except to the worship place where some tired persons <br />Since years washing their faces and feet <br />Feeling protected from whatever harshness they could feel <br /> <br />There were no shadows for the poor <br />There was no one who could pick a straw from earth <br />A balloon filled with air to fly to unseen heights <br />There was that little child hiding his head from the heat <br />And the little girl picking dust on the way <br /> <br />There was no one to fight with <br />There were many huge walls and black metallic roads <br />There was no one to stop them <br />There was everything to crush them <br /> <br />Enough had been done <br />Their souls had left them and their spirits <br />Looking for the evening meal <br />Their silent integrity was still holding them back <br /> <br />Their eyes were speaking of sleepless nights <br />They were feeling that their bones have been smashed <br />They were tired of listening to silence <br />There was no resistance movement <br />There was no one to fight against <br /> <br />Some abstract law of nature <br />Protected them <br />Something made on earth <br /> <br />Islamabad <br />31/5/2010<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/resistance-movement/
