Death Of A Butterfly - Poem by HASNAIN AAQIB
Shssss! angels, walk with the dumb feet
She rests here, serenely, in solitude
Rachel. How can I forget?
The sanctity in your open eyes
That remained unshut posthumously In a whining vogue!
Who would imagine?
The last strings of your breath
Of your so vibrant, amateur life
Shall fall scattered and broken
And will be soaking in blood.
Who would dare to eliminate
Your august and immortal words
(The last words, being, ' My back is broken)
The leaves may flutter
Away; but the words
That you did utter
Ah! the innocent tone of agony
And the cruel clutches of tyranny!
The sands and waters of Palestine
Shall ever be thine.
Let me spray a few drops
Of my blood into air
To commemorate your martyrdom
The bud of your life didn't bloom evenly
But attainment of heavenly
That you brought in possession
Is envied by thousands
Heaven, O heaven!
Boast of Rachel's soul....
Poet's Notes about The Poem
A tribute to Rachel Cory, a young American student who was crushed to death by an Israeli bulldozer on 23rd March 2004 while she was trying to protect a Palestinian home and it was reported in an American magazine.
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