Poem: Railway Tracks

Twice or thrice they crisscross

Across the level crossing

And the nettles cling

Stubbornly to their sides

Spreading their displeasure

Upon the broken ridges

Of crumbling soil;

 

But the nettles cannot go

Where railway tracks lead-

Everywhere

And nowhere

All at once

 

Whistling into the night

With a longing

That pierces

Isolation.

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Pub ''Pasban Review'' Pakistan (1999)