The Lovers

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moth-eaten moon

consoles the dull night

and together they remember

the days of virgin beauty

when they fell in love at first sight

¬†whispering in each others’ ears

promises of everlasting embrace

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A Superstitious Auditor

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On way to work a black cat passed me by
With a tail half cut and a mirthless eye

No flatty, no traffuck, no treachery from my horse
No sharp stinging sun, no thoughts morose and gross

No signal running tickets from the filthy tullas
No embarrassing fatwas from the zealous mullahs

No mumble, no tremble, a smooth presentation
No hiccups, no screw-ups, no loose perspiration

No moodswings in the bosses, none in the cooks
All debits, all credits, perfectly in the books

No excuses from trainees, no fly in the tea
No deadlines, no headlines, a blooming orange tree

A day well spent, I came out a happy guy
When a bird shit on me from the smirking sky

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*The Man in the Bowler Hat ~ Rene Magritte

Reports from Karachi Met.

12

Claude Monet ~ Belle-Ile, Rain Effect

Trees of the city
prepared bubbly baths.
Rain was coming,
the door was ajar.

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Stormy footsteps were heard
Down the unused street
It walked strking its cane
Little children stood round the corner
With sweaty brows and glittering eyes
For the Rain was coming
Down the unused street

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Baadal garaj ker barsay
Aur ek muhaweray ka mun
Kaala ker diya.

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The rain danced at dawn,
morning was a white night
the sun, killed in sleep, lay dying,
waiting for a prince’s kiss

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The rain came chanting
a glorious song of hope:
‘despair not of Lord’s mercy
O heart, your lands are not barren
your womb not childless’

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Children fought over an orphaned kite
when it fell and washed away the blight
from the swaying roses in their chests
hand in hand they ran with childish zest
tearing the kite to pieces
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