The Margala Disaster

Written in memory of all we lost,this morning, 158 people on board Air blue plane in Margala Hills, Islamabad.

As the news reaches us
From Margala Hills,
The scattered parts
Humans and the machine
“There are no survivors, we lost all “
As the news beamed across
Another disaster, another loss
In there, our people,
Children, women and elders
In there, our tomorrow
As the rescue workers search
In madness, for survivors,
Continue they searching,
The bodies, charred in smoke
From those hills,
We cannot hear them cry
Of the moment last,
Only the rain
All seem to be the same
Remains in Margala
Our last memory, before we part
To all what was life
In sadness our skies
In sadness our hears
All we lost, in tears and rain
As the morning of nearness depart
Only the memory will remain
In those skies and Margala Hills




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4 responses to “The Margala Disaster

  1. NAS

    Condolences to the bereaved!

  2. Arjun

    Deepest and heartfelt condolences from Mumbai. Such tragedies are so unexplainable for the families, to lose someone beloved so suddenly and in such an unexplained manner is the worst and really really sad. Our prayers are for them to have the courage to deal with this.

  3. Maryanne Khan


    please let me submit this beautiful poem to the American literary journal of which I am South Asia, Pacific and Australian Editor. I feel it speaks of the pain of loss in a sense that knows no boundaries other than those of humanitarianism. The western world needs to hear this.

    Maryanne Khan

  4. Maryanne Khan

    Happy to report that Kashkin has agreed to publication in The Broadkill Review, the journal I was talking about. The US Editor has agreed.