Resistance Movement Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

There was no resistance movement
There was void and a huge empty space
There were few trees and the sun was very bright
There was no one to resist against

The had left every wall and every street leading
Except to the worship place where some tired persons
Since years washing their faces and feet
Feeling protected from whatever harshness they could feel

There were no shadows for the poor
There was no one who could pick a straw from earth
A balloon filled with air to fly to unseen heights
There was that little child hiding his head from the heat
And the little girl picking dust on the way

There was no one to fight with
There were many huge walls and black metallic roads
There was no one to stop them
There was everything to crush them

Enough had been done
Their souls had left them and their spirits
Looking for the evening meal
Their silent integrity was still holding them back

Their eyes were speaking of sleepless nights
They were feeling that their bones have been smashed
They were tired of listening to silence
There was no resistance movement
There was no one to fight against

Some abstract law of nature
Protected them
Something made on earth

Islamabad
31/5/2010