Childhood Lost In Peshawar: a poem by Farhan Akhtar

As I sat here, He in the assembly hall, Was unaware the clock struck ten, And guns came over the wall


Farhan Akhtar December 29, 2014 1 min read

My brother nudged me on a cold winter morning  

He said wake up it's time to leave

The sun won't be out another two hours from now

I said let me go back to sleep

He left me there

All nice and warm

Ran off to meet his friend

Bags on their backs

Their smiling faces

Vanished around the bend

Crying out I awoke mother twisting my ear

She said be more like your brother

In my heart how I wished I was their only son

never compared to another

She loved him more

Or so I thought

 

He was the special one

Her pride her joy

Her golden boy

Her shade in life's harsh sun

 

Why couldn't it be me

Why couldn't it be me

Writing on lined pages a hundred times over

I'll remember to go to school

The aching of my hand bringing tears to my eyes

 

Promised never to play the fool

How could I know

As I sat here

He in the assembly hall

Was unaware the clock struck ten

And guns came over the wall

Why couldn't it be me

Why couldn't it be me 

 

The poem first appeared

in Hindustan Times

Published in The Express Tribune, December 30th, 2014.

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