Kiss Your Bloodied Forehead In Love


‘Born to be pure,

Now maimed and ruined,

So much you endured,

                                                                   

Sway my feet into a dance of ecstasy,

To know my lifeless body one day would lie at yours,

 Joyfully entrapped under your soil!

 

Today you may have a crown of thorns pierced into your head above,

Yet I will admire forever & kiss your bloodied forehead in love!

 

Because with all your scars,

And your burning body set to fire by drunken czars,

You’d always be beautiful my Pakistan,

 

And the more those flames rage,

My affection and devotion for you inflames!

                                                                                                                                                   

~ Hafsa Khawaja

 

 

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