Who do I embrace and utter “Eid Muburak?
Pakistani who with over a million brethren
Yearning for even a sip of water still
They go on killing each other even in mosques.
Iraq, Afghanistan, Palestine and Kashmir bound in subjugation,
Syria and Libya busy at their own destruction,
Arabians the custodians of the throne and the crown,
In gilded cages engaged in entertainment
For their maghribi masters; Muslims
Around the globe with imprisoned hearts and subdued voices
What is the Eid of a prisoner?
Even if it’s a prison of the mind.
My eyes swell with tears at the thought of Eid,
Eid of lamenting Muslims,
Where does the Eid of Muslim exist?
Zindabad! Eid of the innocent.
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