As a bridge she stood between the Unknown west and her east..
Named Mohatarma Benazir, our Daughter of the east,
Seeped in sheer patriotism , she stood up twice..
Garnered hoardes, allured by her phillipic and smile,
Projected Mohtarma benazir, our Daughter of the east
Covered in the soft cloth of white, she Held her head very high
Strongly flaking the corruption , dictatorship and gruesome lies
Preached Mohtarma Benazir, our Daughter of the east
She stood up the third time, bolstered by the unity which had already bind
Amidst the danger to her life,
Those rumours that anew, anew resulted in strife..
She refused the danger rimes and focussed on one line,
“Long live bhutto .. Long live bhutto cutting the rumours like a knife..
Inclined to the East’ s reconciliation ,
With each step she made, the sun almight,
Happily showered tonnes of light
Sweeping swiftly throughout her land..
Karachi, peshawar, baluchistan, Lahore, rawalpindi..fragments of east’s sand,
Emerged Mohtarma benazir, our Daughter of the east
“Where is she ” howls the wailing crowd,
“Bhutto is eternal, Bhutto is immortal ” they shout and clamour loud and loud,
“Omnipresent” a riposte comes, from the idyyl Garhi Khuda Bax,
lays Mohtarma benazir, our daughter of the East ….
“The writer is an Aspiring Doctor and Politician, Philanthropist-Philosopher, Writer and a Poet”