Homeless Martyr
The words
Accessible only by blind gropings
Reflecting their inaccuracy
Uncorrectable
The dissident’s poem
Flows on
Without rhythm
Disrupted
Broken
My
Dead
The home
Disfigured
Amputated
The search renews
Along ancient avenues
Leading to the cauldron
Consumed by the
Flames of hate
Making neo-Diaspora
The obvious fate
To be considered
In periods
Of stasis and corporeality
Long before my eulogy
As the greatest hero
In the history of Sindh
Having reconquered both his homes
In a flash
Of brilliance
Resilience
Turbulence controlled
Thus the legend of his demise
For the people
Is foretold