The granddaughter of Z.A.Bhutto, and niece of Benazir Bhutto, is no poet. This collection leaves one untouched. The title is quite appropriate, however, for the poems have no whisper of originality, and leave the reader deserted of any emotional response. Perhaps, one might wonder that Ms. Bhutto has been published more for her name, than for what some may mistake for talent. The collection does contain two noteworthy works - the polemic "She Sits", and the purportedly prophetic "Bullets" - but this is due more to their subject matter than their poeticism, and they rise only scarcely above the poor standard of the collection as a whole. I recommend that one looking to read Pakistani poetry should not seize upon this work as an example, for it would be doing a fine literary heritage a great injustice.