Managed directly by God from Heaven
legions of wildebeest and zebra
stream across the tawny Savanna...
fording the Mara River in perpetual search for pasture
indeed, a vibrant ribbon of life,
this quiet intimacy....
this part of my heritage, I must only share with you
because you deserve it
also because between idle talk and reality,
this is the untainted best
wildlife ranging from pods of hippo, to prides of lion
crouching in ambush
along vegetated banks of the Mara…
the rivers’ bird life is spectacular
and patient watchers will indeed
be rewarded with sightings of kingfisher.
don't worry about the disemboweled airport
in the vast country such as mine
why would you lack a plain to land your plane?
Questions on who or what started the fire
or how fast such a tiny fire such as that spread
are immaterial, my love
in any case, can any fire be tiny?
you see, my countrymen are very optimistic
why emergency preparedness?
we don’t build airports for fire...
or should we?
and in any case, this beautiful country of mine,
like Pakistan, is managed directly by God from heaven
How do you think we have survived for this long?
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