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 clad 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 not surface, will not surface
Whilst I trigger my double barrel bore.
written by:
Zeenat Iqbal hakimjee

From the moment a child opens its eyes,
To the world and its ties:
She nurtures it like a steadfast rock,
Right from pant to frock.
" And I shall guide you,
On the path that I walked on,
Before you came along.
In sickness and in health,
In poverty and in wealth,
Whenever I needed company,
You gave the note to the harmony.
Sit tight little one......".
By:
Zeenat iqbal hakimjee