The Dancing BazaaR
That’s the city that doesn’t awake!
Rages and tatters hung upon sticks
Here clouds borrow their fluff from fog and smog
Buildings are geometrically still and silent
The wind passes and stirs no window
Stars shy away from the load-shaded lights
Standing on the edge
My eyes harbinger nothing from the soul-less temples
The Sufi Corner seems quiet for the last decade
No search light would show the faces more bright
Those are gone darker in the labyrinth of walled-city balconies
Every angle invites a different eye
But to remain the same old empress of The Shahi Muhalla*
One cannot see god clearly if has lost its only picture
Who has spilt ink on the sky?
The city still wants to sleep!
- خونی لفظ ۔۔۔ سعیدہ گزدر
- دانائی کی تلاش میں ۔۔۔ ڈاکٹر خالد سہیل
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