'HARMONY' POEMS BY ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE, JOY AND SORROW

JOY AND SORROW

The begum dashes by in -
- Her flashing car,
To meet a companion at -
- A destination afar.
At a meeting point
In a parlour,
Five boys voraciously
In a corner ice Cream devour,
The silk saris and golden bangles
Glittering in the light,
The high heels and the leather purses
Presenting a sight;
The beggar in his torn
and tattered assemblage,
Spreads out his palm
And asks for patronage.

'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.