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. ----- ---------- ------------ ------------- --------- Pub ''Pasban Review'' Pakistan (1999)