Exile,
Or,
Home?
They asked,
Which home?
The one you bulldozed,
Or the one you occupied,
They are furious,
And,
Outraged,
Or, the one that is a rubble,
They look
They scare,
stay there,
Hands up,
How can I stay without name
Without face
Or without eyes.
Leave then,
Go in exile
They laugh
Or smirk,
How can I go in exile,
Without my umbilical cord,
That is buried here,
Or without funeral,
Who will come to my funeral in exile?
So?
Kill me here,
I wish for dignified funeral,
Then die,
They fire,
Enjoy big funeral.
Nayeema Ahmad mahjoor is associated with Independent Urdu and author of “Lost in Terror”
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