While You Carry My Name Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

While you carry my name, you call
Me names. Speak, a paradise on earth
My greens, are ashes, my trees are
Flames, stones –sharp, weather harsh.
You still carry my name, it sells
Across, it evokes an awe, a barbarian
A woman, you say, goes only to funerals.
Man’s trade is, hung on a wire
A child is a pity, made disabled for life.
Houses are dug caves, walls, a range.
In the streams flow blood,
In the gardens, the fruits fall
To your lap only, because…
It happens to be so happening since long.

Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
December 1,2013.

-On Waziristan, after reading a review of a novel, The Shadow of the Crescent Moon, written by Fatima Bhutto.

Writer-activist Fatima Bhutto has penned her debut novel which encounters the life of three brothers and two women in a small town in the troubled tribal region of Waziristan near the Afghanistan border.
'The Shadow of the Crescent Moon', published by Penguin, chronicles the lives of people trying to live and love in a world on fire - the three brothers Aman Erum, Sikandar and Hayat and the beautiful Samarra and desolated Mina. Fatima Bhutto @ Deccan Chronicle