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I like this one because it can be read on many levels. See if you guys like it as well.


BY Imtiaz Dharker.


The right word



Outside the door,

lurking in the shadows,

is a terrorist.



Is that the wrong description?

Outside that door,

taking shelter in the shadows,

is a freedom fighter.



I haven't got this right .

Outside, waiting in the shadows,

is a hostile militant.



Are words no more

than waving, wavering flags?

Outside your door,

watchful in the shadows,

is a guerrilla warrior.



God help me.

Outside, defying every shadow,

stands a martyr.

I saw his face.







No words can help me now.

Just outside the door,

lost in shadows,

is a child who looks like mine.



One word for you.

Outside my door,

his hand too steady,

his eyes too hard

is a boy who looks like your son, too.



I open the door.

Come in, I say.

Come in and eat with us.



The child steps in

and carefully, at my door,

takes off his shoes.