Asad Hussain Jung
ISSUE NO. 3 • GOOD-BYE TO ALL THAT
We took her on ship, the rocky Arabian Sea our road
We protected her tightly, gripping her cold metal against
Our sun-browned skin. We looked suspicious as we looked
Into the murky water. Coloured by years of waste and litter,
Could this be her new home? The thought made us guilty.
The water began to clear, as we moved past the filth that the
Land and water was glued by. Old colonial buildings reminded
Us that this land was ours, then not. She loved nothing, but
Those that she created. Like a star blast, she feared no destruction.
To create was to love.
Now, with holy roses we scatter her
She, whose dust formed us
Whose love allowed the gravity necessary for existence.