While the flood of your blood
Fell like the monsoon rain
Drenched your white Panjabi
In tragic red terrain.
As we were broken into pieces
We only had a few drops of tear
Nothing compared to your gushing blood
So, we have this pain to bear.
You bore an unparalleled patriotism
And transformed a nation into Nation-State
Now when we see the history being denied
Statues are broken and erased the date.
My heart aches and I weep again
Quietly seeing the insane.
But my teardrops do not match your blood
That drenched the entire terrain.
Oh Father! You’re immortal in my heart
I am not broken at all, though I am hurt.
August 19, 2024. Maryland
Copyright@ Anis Ahmed.