'HARMONY' POEMS BY ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE, CONFESSIONS OF A TERRORIST

CONFESSIONS OF A TERRORIST

Possessed by the devil,
I strode out to do evil.
With enmity written large on my face,
Somebody has to be dad in deaths embrace.
Just yesterday a child became an orphan,
And a couple were worried by the ransoms burden.
The fetters of depression behold the city,
Where everyday criminals like me enter captivity.
Karachi, Karachi of yore
Shall hot surface will not surface
Whilst I trigger my double barrel bore.

'HARMONY' POEMS BY ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE, TO EACH HIS OWN

TO EACH HIS OWN

May I have enough tolerance,
Not to take offence;
At whatever character trait
The other may portray:
If he does not possess....
....A sense of humour
Or enjoys spreading
Every once in a while....
A rumour.
Enjoys coming late,
Or does not felicitate.
Why does that foul my mood?
When I sometimes am up to no good.
Do I not see reason,
In the coming season;
What harm can
A living, loving soul,
Do to my whole?
If God has pronounced
The Day of Judgement,
To account for every one's temperament,
Who am I to be displeased,
When somehodv does that or this.