Along the shore of hope
They’ve found your body doling about.
Insipid, your spectators are
As quaint as the adulterous whores
Raiding the twilight hours of Lahore.
Macabre, bloodless macabre,
In the books that sing of tomorrow,
I’ve lost your eyes
On the pages of their seams;
Raiding the twilight hours of Lahore.
Your silhouette sits at the edge of Jehangir’s tomb
Apologizing for not having written your lover’s name
On the walls with hearts for punctuation
Like the chars-spent majnus,
Raiding the twilight hours of Lahore.
Somewhere along the fog-shroud
Coddling the city’s criminals,
The folk have forgotten the blisters of May
And I’ve been huddled in the safe chaadar that is your company
Raiding the twilight hours of Lahore.
The author is a law graduate and an aspiring novelist who enjoys her coffee a little too much for her own good. She can be reached at [email protected]
Published in Daily Times, January 24th 2018.