I heard her name in the mouth of a politician,
But saw her helpless seeking a place of opinion,
Where on each can she actually settle?
Far from the violence and ever-existing battle.
She went to a soldier chief and asked,
Why everyone fought with their face masked?
Behind the strong walls of love and humanity,
They had a shoveling doors of hate and enmity.
Once she went to a curfew in the town,
Thought she had finally found a place to settle down,
Then soon she heard a heart pounding loud,
Had a communal killing between the poor and proud.
Wherever she goes she finds war and blood,
She prays and pleads the Almighty God,
Hoped she found a settlement in the man's lovely heart,
Not in the poison of a beautiful frog-dart.
By Faiz Azam Saba
3rd Prize Winner