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 firstname.lastname@example.org Published in Daily Times, January 24th 2018.