Politician in Opposition

by Hafeez ur Rehman

In the last martial law
my muse smiled kindly,
even winked
when troops
patrolled our streets.

She wore loud colors
and softly whistled
along the melody
that filled the room.

I watched her day in and day out
with binoculars
zooming in on
her faint smiles.

She traded frowns
for her votes
when I followed her
to an adjoining polling booth
clueless to politics.

Now she knows more about
freedom after tying
the knot to a politician
in opposition.

Her smiles
have grown cynical,
she laughs without reason
and her husband
calls her mad.

I still call her my muse
with capped binoculars.

08-Sep-2014

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lovely !

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09-Sep-2014 09:49 AM

a beautiful read !

shinojalex@gmail.com
08-Sep-2014 10:04 AM