THE HAND UNDER THE STONE

MAAZ BIN BILAL

 
 

After Faiz Ahmed Faiz’s “dast-i- tah-i- sang”
 
 
A strong and sturdy hand, bent into a claw,
with the potential of David’s sling, the strength of
the sculptor, the precision of a cricketer, and the
poise of a dancer—that is not
 
the hand under the stone.
 
The hand under the stone is wet
with tension, it is warm in disbelief,
and anger, and resentment, it is trying to
match hands holding loaded machine guns
that are not afraid
 
to fire at crowds that bear just their own bodies
and stones that they have gathered and now carry in
their hands.
 
The hand under the stone pulls back to
launch against, target, and break, not just the cordon and shackles that hold it back,
 
but seeks
to attack the idea that it is OK for
for machine guns to fire on the bodies of owners of stone-wielding hands.

 
 

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