Following poems were written by Fatima Bhutto and published in her book titled Whispers of The Desert (Oxford University Press, 1998). Should be noted that she was born in 1982 so most of these poems were written when she was 14 or 15 years of age.
“To my darling Papa,
with all the love in
the world…
this is our story.”
You are, page 3
You are
a solitary
star
in a dark,
empty sky.
You
light up the evening
and never
do you
die.
You are a dazzling
sapphire
that shines
only
in my eyes.
For you are
my star
and I
am but your sky.
(end 1995)
I feel your tender lips, page 12
I feel your tender lips
against mine. Could this
be magic?
Could this be true?
How many nights
have I dreamt of this?
Come
into my arms once more.
Let me feel you are here.
So much time
has passed since
I last held you this close.
Tell me you love me.
Let me hear those sweet words
whispered in my ears.
I cannot believe
you’re here with me.
I’ve counted the seconds
for this moment to come.
But now
that you’re finally here,
tell me
when will
you disappear?
(mid 1996)
I have lost the love, page 27
I have lost the love of my life
but she is not gone
she is still with me.
I have seen her
smile in my sleep. I have felt
her breath on my shoulder as I lie
resting.
I have heard her laughter floating
in the air
and I can still feel her heart beating
next to mine.
(mid 1996)
I lie in the darkness, page 31
I lie in the darkness
unaware of where I stand.
I cannot see you
but feel you standing by me.
I know I am alone
yet I sense your presence.
I feel protected
by your shield,
your armour of love.
The day that armour
breaks
is the day
I shall be truly alone
without you.
(mid 1995)
Will you be near me, page 33
Will you be near me when evening falls?
Protect me from the cold wind,
hold me in your arms?
When the moon lights up the land,
will I have you with me?
When the stars
glitter in the darkness, will you kiss me?
Keep me until the night lifts and daylight gleams
upon us?
Or will the clouds descend on you and sweep you
far away?
(late 1995)
He walks away, page 36
He walks away
with promises of return.
I fear that won’t happen.
But what do I know?
I am but a woman.
He comes back wounded.
He will never heal.
What do I know?
I am but a woman.
He falls,
will not rise.
What do I know?
I am but a woman.
(early 1995)
She sits, page 38
She sits on a throne,
surrounded by others
who grovel at her feet.
She seats them next to her
and dismisses the ones who stand.
She co-operates with those sitting next to her and
forgets the ones who stood
She searches for those who know nothing better
than to worship her every more.
But during all this,
she neglects those who stood there waiting,
waiting for less than power,
waiting for basic needs to be met.
Yet she does nothing but smile at them
and make promises she knows she cannot keep.
Not because of hate.
Not because of greed.
Because power blinds those who are
ignorant.
(early 1995)
He looks on, page 39
He looks on
with caring eyes
sees people from within
ignores exteriors
welcomes them in shares their pain
listens
understands
not like others he feels
not judges
could one this strong
you wonder
have feelings this deep?
Yes yes indeed for compassion
is born only
by those strong within
(early 1995)
Up in the mountains, page 45
Up in the mountains,
I am free, calm,
High, near the heavens,
where the air is clearer,
I am myself at last.
I cry without an audience. I smile
without guilt.
I change for no one.
I am loved
as I am.
(end 1994)
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how can a little girl write this?
Perhaps due to her relationship with her father. She was very familiar with her father's political work. She indicates their conversations were about politics and other topics that adult people normally have. Her poetry reflects her dealing with the murder of her father. She is an incredible person. The intensity of her love for her father and his for her comes so clear in her poetry. Perhaps most people could express their feeling with such intensity if they had the means.
I feel your tender lips
against mine. Could this
be magic?
Could this be true?
just who is she talking about here?
Her father I assume. She often dreamed/thought of her father returning to her. Perhaps thinking about past moments wanting them to return.
kinda weird to be talking like this about kissing her father
***WE COULD INTERPRET HER DESCRIPTION IN TERMS OF CARNAL LOVE. BUT AT 14 PERHAPS HER INTENSE LOVE IS FILIAL, LOVE FROM A CHILD TO HER FATHER.***
I feel your tender lips
against mine. Could this
be magic?
Could this be true?
***A CHILD BEING KISSED BY HER FATHER PRIOR OF GOING TO SLEEP. THE CHILD WAITS IN BED FOR HER GOOD NIGHT KISS AND DREAMS OF HER FATHER'S TENDERNESS IN HIS KISS.****
How many nights
have I dreamt of this?
Come
into my arms once more.
Let me feel you are here.
***AS HER FATHER ARRIVES HOME THEY RUN INTO EACH OTHER FOR A WELCOME HUG. SHE DOES INDICATE THAT SHE FEELS GUILTY FOR NOT SAVING HER FATHER FROM HIS MURDER. SHE DREAMS BACK ON THE DAY OF HIS MURDER AND WISHES IT WOULD HAVE NOT OCCURRED THUS SHE WAITS AT HOME FOR HIS ARRIVAL.***
So much time
has passed since
I last held you this close.
***TIME GONE SINCE HE WAS MURDERED AND NOW SHE FEELS HIM WITH HER.***
Tell me you love me.
Let me hear those sweet words
whispered in my ears.
***SHE WAITS TO HEAR HER FATHER TELL HER THAT HE LOVES HER. SHE DREAMS OF THE PAST.***
I cannot believe
you’re here with me.
I’ve counted the seconds
for this moment to come.
***A TIME THAT SHE SENSES THE PRESENCE OF HER FATHER ALTHOUGH HE IS DEAD.***
But now
that you’re finally here,
tell me
when will
you disappear?
***SHE TALKS OF THE REALITY THAT HE IS DEAD AND THIS ONE MOMENT CANNOT LAST.***
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