Two Poems by Asad
Zaidi
Islamabad
It
was pleasant the sun was
mild
the breeze gentle a man on
foot
could have carried on for miles
without trouble
All this was a misnomer though
When
Shuklaji walking beside me
could take it no more
he said:
I
think it’s high time now
we dropped a nuclear-bomb
on
Islamabad.
An
age
Ages
now
I can play the role of an old man
with consummate ease.
Challenge
all those people
do this job
a better way.
It’s real what is being acted out here.
When
you reach this age, barkhurdar
you don’t remain an
actor.
