Projects
Poem by Dr Robina Riaz
Innocence
They dwell on the barren land amid the rugged
peaks,
Wake up when the morning sun embraces the mist,
Climbing up the rocky
flanks
Sliding down the dizzying slopes.
Playing in the lashing wind and the bitter cold,
Running and shadow
plays – such games so
old,
Ah! So many Jacks and Jills,
Carrying water up and down the hills,
Some carrying wooden sticks
Some running more to pick.
Unaware of the past,
Not troubled by the future,
Precious smiles – they have to be
protected,
Turning them into tears should be prevented
Innocence in its pristine
state is now needed more,
By this murky world,
Much more than ever before.
Dr Robina Riaz is a CAI Doctor working in the Shalman and Shamshatu Afghan refugee camps.
