Leaned against the wall
Eyes closed
“Tu na Jane Aas pass hai khuda”
(You know not but God is around)
Was the song on the play
Unmoving cold body
But breathing
Very deep
On the couch
Of solitude
Eyes of his soul
On lookout
Groping to reach
His agency
Just one wish
Unlive the days lived
Unspeak the things spoken
Unwrite the things written
Unhear the things heared over time
The rainbow of his dream
Once smeared his coverings
Whiten them! Whiten them! Please!
Spider of time
Still makes web
In that corner
Of his unsanctified sanctum
Where the legs of his reflection
Still get caught
Change your geography
Dome of despair decreed


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