Cut Into Pieces - Poem by Akhtar Jawad
Her parents cut her into two pieces,
Her half, dwelt in the Hyde Park at London,
Hyde Park has made her too bold,
And the other at the tomb of Anarkali at Lahore!
In the tomb of Anarkali she is a woman.
A complete loving woman!
Great emperors used to keep so many kept slave girls,
Anarkali was also a a kept slave girl of Moghal Emperor Akbar of India,
She was also cut into two pieces by the crown prince Saleem,
She was buried alive in a wall on the command of Akbar.
But the girl I am talking about,
now a masochist, has cut herself into a number of pieces,
and she offered a piece of flush to me even,
happily I went close to her,
but suddenly images of my daughters and granddaughters,
appeared on the pieces of flush.
The old man was frozen into an ice cube!
He is not an emperor, just a sinful old man!
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