“Don’t let me go,
If I am gone;
It won’t be same again.
Our mother earth,
Won’t have any Achilles left;
To rage for vengeance,
To combat for slaughtered friendship.
No Hussain would ever revolt,
Against the menace to mankind.
You won’t find any Maid of Orleans,
To be burned at the stake;
For the sake of truth,
For the love of divinity.
If you let me go,
Your sterile womb would conceive no more;
Your lifeless breasts would nourish no soul…”
These wasted words,
I said, when you shouted at me;
“GO NOW…”
Today,
When I am no more,
I realize,
How wrong I was?
Nothing changed,
If I am not here;
If I was not there,
Nothing changed.
Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nothing-changed/
