Berlin case
For many is over
Case closed; guilty dead,
Not for me
No! No! No!
I always feel Berlin.
A truck is hijacked
Drives wild to attack.
People rush like bees, ants
Some fall dead, some bleed.
This, no-one expected.
Though views far apart
I with those who lost love…
Will mourn till breath comes
Sun rises, sun is gone.
I feel them all along.
They have heads in their shells
Think of loss and its pains.
I think of misjudgement
The wrong man
His arrest.
Imagine being caught
Damned and cursed
And looked down…
Finally was released
I mean that poor Naved
Suspected and handcuffed
Only for birthplace; Pakistan.
Think of him and his life
Forever trauma…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem