Ux Anwar was a promising and brilliant young girl. A genuine artist, a poet and a playwright. She remained very popular as RJ at FM103. Her sudden death in a road accident was a shock for all the people who knew her particularly for her mother, Ayesha Aslam, who herself is a famous writer and poet.  

Innocence Lost

(Ux Anwar)

SO CLEARLY DO THE CRYSTAL EYES SPEAK

 

SUCH DEPTH IN THEIR MUTE WORDS

HOW CAN ONE BUT NOT FEEL TOUCHED?

BY THE WAY THEY SEE THE WORLD

 

I SAW THE EYES OF THE NAKED CHILD

THE TRUTH IN THEM, SO CLEAR AND BRIGHT

THE DESPERATION, THE HOPELESSNESS, THE CRY

THE TEARS FOREVER POSSESSING THE SKY

 

I SAW THE EYES OF THE BEGGAR BOY

BEGGING TO BE HELD, BEGGING TO BE LOVED

BEGGING FOR CARE, BEGGING FOR HOPE

BEGGING FOR A WORLD, BEGGING FOR A LIFE

 

I SAW THE EYES OF THE YOUNG BRIDE

WHOSE MOTHER DRESSES HER UP WITH CARE

ORNAMENTING HER WITH CHAINS

TYING HER TO HER FATE

 

I SAW THE EYES OF THE CHILD WHO WORKED

DAY AFTER DAY IN THE BURNING SCORCHING HEAT

LOOK AT THE EYES OF THAT LONELY HOMELESS BOY

WHO BUILDS THE FOUNDATION OF HOMES OF LOVE

 

I SAW THE EYES OF THE BEATEN CHILD

SCARED AND STIFF, READY TO DIE

THE EYES WERE FULL OF TERROR AND SORROW

GLOWING DIMMER WITH EVERY TOMORROW

 

I SAW THE EYES OF THAT UTTERLY DEPRIVED SISTER

WHO WAS THE STUDENT OF THE HOUSEHOLD

WHO SAW HER BROTHERS THROUGH THE DOOR OF ENLIGHTENMENT

A BORDER SHE WAS NEVER ALLOWED TO CROSS

 

I SAW THE EYES OF THAT ILLITERATE CHILD

WHO SAW CHILDREN GOING TO SCHOOL EVERYDAY

WHO SAW THEM CLIMBING EACH STEP OF KNOWLEDGE

WHILE HE WAITED EVERY WEEK FOR HIS WAGES

 

I SAW THE EYES OF THAT ONCE INNOCENT GIRL

WHOSE HAPPINESS WAS SOLD FOR MONEY

WHOSE INNOCENCE AND JOYS WERE BOUGHT

WHOSE IDENTITY AND EXISTENCE WAS NO MORE

 

TRY TO LOOK IN TO THOSE INJURED EYES FOR ONCE

TRY TO UNDERSTAND THEIR DESPERATE PLEA

TRY TO LOOK THROUGH MY EYES

IN WHICH THE HOPES AND DREAMS ARE STILL FREE

 

THE MYSTERIES OF THOSE EYES SHIMMER AND SHINE

WAITING FOR YOU AND ME TO CLARIFY THEM

THE TEARS HALT AND STAY

WAITING FOR YOU AND ME TO DRY THEM

 

THE HEARTS ARE CROUCHED IN THEIR DARKNESS

WAITING FOR YOU AND ME TO LIGHT THEM AGAIN

THE FEELINGS ARE LONG SINCE DESOLATE

WAITING FOR YOU AND ME TO FEEL THEM

 

SO LETS BE THE RAINDROP IN THE DESERT

LETS BE THE RAFT IN THE RIVER

LETS BE THE WHITE DOVES THAT SOAR THROUGH THE SKY

LETS BE THE ANSWER TO THEIR CRY

 

LETS BE THE LIGHT OF THEIR EYE

LETS BE THE HOPE OF THEIR SIGH

LETS BE THE WARMTH OF THEIR HUGS

LETS BE THE LOVE OF THEIR LIVES