In those times when the camera could not freeze <br />tyranny for ever <br /> <br />only untill those times <br />should you have written <br />that history <br />which describes tyranny as valour. <br /> <br />Today, gazing at scenes <br />transferred on celluloid <br />one can guage <br />what the scene is like <br />and the sound <br />when trees are uprooted from the hillsides. <br /> <br />whether you are happy or sad <br />you must breathe <br />whether your eyes are open or closed <br />the scene,its imprint on the mind <br />does not change. <br /> <br />The trees that stands in the river <br />alway remain wooden <br />cannot become a crocodile. <br /> <br />For a long time now; <br />we have stood <br />on the rooftops of stories <br />believing this city is ours <br /> <br />The earth beneath the foundations has sunk <br />bu t even now we stand <br />on the rooftops of stories <br />assuming life to be <br />the insipid afternoon's wasted alleyways <br />with their shattered bricks <br />and gapping fissures.<br /><br />Kishwar Naheed<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/censorship-7/
