Window 2×2 without a View

30Jul/073

Window 2×2 without a View

Â A powerful poem by HURÂ on the recent events in Islamabad..

Window 2x2 without a View

A low 2x2 window
painted dark green
on the outside
faced a wall
dug with undying
will to die in the name of God.

She had stood up
against the window
for six years out of her eight
and looked at the idea
beyond the room
filled with orphans and abandoned.

She had twenty five
of the thirty chapters in her heart,
she could recite them all
to the pleasure of the Almighty.
The carnage she was
told was His will.

Other than hunger
she was free from
pain and despair.
She had never tasted a bullet,
hamburger or even a
bar of chocolate cheese.

Television, merry go round,
song and dance had
not crossed her life.
She was too young
for lipstick, eyelash or mascara.
She also was too young for this massacre.

Two by two window
with dark green paint
and a hint of white turned all black
that day.
The wall was bombed to rubble
but opened a view.

HUR
23 July 2007
Islamabad

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Irving
July 30th, 2007 - 16:13

Haunting and sad and tragic indeed. It is always innocent children and women who suffer the most in war.

Thank you for the reminder, brother.

Ya Haqq!
Zobaria
July 31st, 2007 - 08:18

“… I found one prayer that seemed to serve the winter mood:
O God, You’ve done enough, You’ve robbed me of enough, I’m too tired and old to learn to love, leave me alone forever.”

The End of the Affair,
Graham Greene.
Harmonie22
August 3rd, 2007 - 07:13

This is a beautiful and heart wrenching poem.

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