Our little heroine

She stings when she speaks,

And she speaks like no other,

She has sharp features,

And she taunts like my mother.

 

In a land like Pakistan,

She enjoys the Indian summer,

She reminds me of that chicken,

From the cartoon, Road Runner.

 

She’s our proverbial grandma,

Whom we don’t have to teach,

Even though we still judge,

How she speaks for her deeds.

 

She’s the best of the best,

At the practice of peace,

Known as “little heroine”,

Since the good old eighties!

 

Not in popularity contest,

She rose to prominence;

She had nerves to fight dictators,

Questioning the Hudood Ordinance!

 

She’s been beaten, tear gassed,

And at one time house-arrested,

For the rights of our minorities,

She has always protested!

 

She’s been vilified and hated,

By the experts of today,

Who can’t level their shelves,

With her list of accolades!

 

This was about Asma Jahangir,

The former President of the Bar Association,

The greatest activist of our divided nation,

Where winning becomes irrelevant

If you win the burger crowd,

And yet hate crime against the sensible

Will be always heard loud.