Dear Danny,

I know
Deaths have come to many
In your remembrance though
Hands cast over brows
Head bows
Eyes shut
Still
Pain flows

My eyes talk of you
When they see the world
Yet no one knows
What you and I share

People like stars
I fear
Gaze down at me
Bitterly

Laughing at my origin
Like they laughed at yours?
How more wonderful
This earth would be
If we could laugh
At elements of war

Then, you and I again
laugh at the same
Beards of holy men
Both Mecca and Jerusalem
The bent and surreal
Pakistan and Israel

Morals in hoods
You and I, misunderstood

This I can bare
We do not meet
Before that day last year,
How could you be killed
At my front door
When I wasn’t there?

Here
Your nation
Treats me hospitably
I'm un-beheaded,
Be I rejected
Not persecuted,
Just insulted
I'm free...

What can I say?
I'm sorry
My skyward hands
Can do little for you
Little can they do
For me too

Forgive me, Danny
If I say someone
From Karachi
Will always remember you.