Could it be some fictional names
To the real characters and one with no legs
Could life be so harsh in treating them
Could answers be so difficult to pose

Could a city once glorious be so
Ruins could be so unpleasing to eyes
Could the heaviness of graveyards
Amidst the living be so uncouth

And so divided the souls you imagine
So the crowds running in queues envision
Making and breaking could be so easy
Respite to see mud houses and cows grazing

Solitude could be so warm and icy
Reaching out for the common culture
Help could be so abundant in the poor
Emotions could be like the mother's warmth

The colors of beads and red baskets of flowers
Hanging down the aisles of the coach
Cupid's arrow piercing bleeding hearts
The corner of the couch was soft like cradle

26/1/2010
Islamabad

Sadiqullah Khan

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