The Desert
In the memory of her late father
The desert
Has no beginning,
No end.
The sand whispers
Stirred gently by the wind.
I call
Your name
And hear my vice come back to me.
Mir! I shout, raising my voice,
But no Mir shouts back to me.
I write your name on the sand
And pray that you will answer me.
Mir, I whisper,
Where have you gone?
I touch the soil
From which you were born
The land is barren without you.
I return to the desert
To search for you
And the desert joins me as I call
Your name.
I cannot hear you reply
But I know you will answer
As the desert whispers your name
- Fatima Bhutto
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