Poems of Habib Sulemani : An ode to my love

An ode to my love

By Habib Sulemani

I wanna be with you,

my love!

But I don’t know

who are you,
and where are you!

Being a realist,

sometimes I doubt your existence!

It seems nothing

but a daydream!

Then there is a sudden image of you,

a pretty one

as a picture can be!

I don’t know why but

there is an air of easy assurance that

I’ll find you someday!

I don’t know why but I'm sure

I’ll discover you.
I'm as sure as eggs is eggs!

Sources

Habib Sulemani is a Pakistani journalist, poet and fiction writer. His novel, The Terrorland, on which he'd been working for years, was stolen by undercover agents of the Pakistani spy agency, ISI, declaring it against the "supreme national interest."

After attempts on his life, Mr Sulemani is locked inside his home in the garrison city of Rawalpindi since March 29, 2010.

Several attempts have been made on his life especially in 2015.

A message of the spy agency to The Terrorland Social Media Group says:

"We're everywhere around Habib Sulemani's house; it's a minute's job to finish his incarceration... but we're showing restrained! Don't consider our silence a weakness! Stop writing against Pakistan Army or no-one will find a trace of Habib Sulemani on earth!"

Mr Sulemani's family members are being targeted in a systematic way by using the psychological, social, economic, intellectual and security apparatuses of the militarized state, run by a gang of retired generals and its stooges in the khaki.