By Ali Jan Maqsood
Gestured the mountains of the outlooks
Offered dryly, albeit, wet in nature
The glittering beauty of the flowers
Out in the sun of shadow
Of my territory, nevertheless, the land of my home
I imagine I am a butterfly
Caged by the river, flows up each second and then comes down
For, it owns the feeling
The feeling of sense of belonging
The joyful days continued and would have continued
Unless, interrupted by the stormy alarums and excursions
And then chained, indeed, feet by hands
The vociferations would have gone on and on…!
If the stones had not remonstrated
Although they fall, but have learnt to stand back strongly
Accompanied by the rains of the Above Power!
The salvation we made in grievance
The souvenir in future
Entitled with the tears of glory
Ever since everything sounds so irritating
Wandering on the land of survival
In the streets that are seized entirely
The fighting butterflies, fearlessly, against the burning sun
Shadowed all around, yet in fear
Fear of setting back!
For, the sun has to rise someday
And then begins the journey of thorns and flowers
Of the territorial conflicts of butterflies
Near the mountains, under the sun of shadow
In the land of my home!
And then culminates the mournings
Upon the arrival of the victory
Who knows who dies
“In the battle of life of love and war”
When the journey begins all anew…!
Ali Jan Maqsood is a student of Law at University Law College Quetta and a former guider at Dynamic English Language Teaching Academy (DELTA) in Turbat. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org and tweets at @Alijanmaqsood12