To Balochistan, with love

Before I wrote this poem, I thought of the title ‘To Balochistan, from Punjab’ but something struck. We’re not separate, I don’t believe in borders within a country.

I’ve never visited Balochistan but I plan on doing so. I hear it’s mountains and starry skies calling.

I never want any Balochi to think they don’t belong. They do. Right here.

A million years have passed

So I may stand next to you

Every moment in my life

Has lead to this

Our existence together 

Is not a coincidence


Do not ask

How they are

Because you know 

The answer is ‘fine’

Isn’t it about time

We start asking

What matters?


Do ask

Who they are

Because that is a question

Worth answering 

After a million years.


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