On The 2nd Anniversary Of Benazir Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

O! Great lady you performed
Your role contributing heroically,
But you died an engineered death.
The dynamite placed deeper
Than your strategies has blown up
Your missions and bold existence.

Though death is inevitable,
Sooner or later each one of us
Will have to taste the tang of death,
Yet you lived your life
With vigorous soul,
Brimming with emotions.

Now you live into the world across
Where from no one returns;
We all miss you a lot,
Our eyes are heavy,
They are still carrying
The load of unshed tears.
The hearts are cumbersome,
For they have cargoes of grief.

Look behind!
Some hospitals, roads
And airports too,
Have been attributed to you.
Though your own prudent partner
Rules the kingdom,
Respects you in abundance,
Places a photograph
Of yours in the chamber of presidency,
Yet no FIR or MLR has been obtained
To trace the prints of assassins,
Which even the hire-less have the privilege.

When I sit alone,
And brood over your death,
I am grieved more and more.
Ah! You left no “Hamlet” behind,
Whom your apparition,
May convey the secret of treachery,
The way Chess has been played,
The way you have been removed
From the stage, and he may avenge
Your blood though with indecisiveness
And deep precision.

My heart often consoles me,
Asks me to remain tranquil,
And tong-tied, by saying,
“Be silent! When bad times come,
The evil are up, the honest are down,
The snake that tingles you
Often wears the crown”.