I am on Dialysis three times a week, and four hours each time. I consider it to be my special peaceful time. I make a list of things to do in the four hours I’m here. Catch up with some emails and some whatsAp and Twitter messages, follow up on the ongoing work at Center for Pluralism and checking with couples about officiating their nikah and interfaith marriages.
Today, I decided to write poetry in Urdu/Hindi language. There is so much to write, ideas started taking the shape of the words. Urdu handwriting looks great when written with a fountain pen and I am left with about 5 pens, and love my Sheafer.
Here are the first two lines of poetry addressed to all, but to the Indian politicians in particular.
تم بھی مر جاؤگے ھم بھی مر جاینگے
یاد رکھنا ھم سب خالی ھاتھ جاینگے
You’ll die and I’ll also die one day
Remember all of us go empty handed.