NAYYAR SHABBIR AHMAD

Rookie (1950 / Lahore, Pakistan)

Harrowing Imagination - Poem by NAYYAR SHABBIR AHMAD

Having a vivid imagination
Can be extremely harrowing

I’ve been exiled from my Country
for having taken a stand against
it’s repressive regime

My husband works for it’s Army
and, would have been hung as a traitor
had he tried to leave with me

So, every night I have to resort to
phoning him up
When I think he’s free to talk to me

Once in a while there’s no reply
That’s when my imagination runs riot

I picture him lying dead on the ground
A bullet through his head
while the mobile is found
ringing incessantly
beside him


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 3, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, April 22, 2011


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