A poem in memory of AQSA PARVEZ---www.DesiRadioCanada.com
O' FatherYou were supposed to be my protector, O' fatherWhy, then, did you commit my murder, O' father? Why did you bring me into this world to begin with?If this was the end I was to suffer, O' father? You were to show justice, kindness and mercy to meHow did you become my torturer O' father? I looked to you as my guide, my model, my mentorHow did you end up my tormentor O' father? Did your fingers feel weak crushing my windpipeAs you pressed them harder and harder, O' father? You were so insistent that I cover my self up completelyLike me in a shroud, in a coffin, six feet under, O' father? Wasn't it you who brought me here to this cold, distant landWith strange norms, morals and alien culture, O' father? A plant takes up nutrients from the soil that it's planted inI bloomed where you transplanted me gardener, O' father? Did you not see the affect of the change of climate hereDid you not see the influences I was under, O' father? Did you ever feel isolated, a stranger in this landHow you coped with the situation, I wonder, O' father? Even though you cut my life short, alas! I pray to GodThat you may live for a long, long time here after, O' father?+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++POET: Akbar Khan NARRATED BY: Fakiha Baig student grade 7