Look above the big eyewear
Bold repertoires a woman making space
Sleeks out of many folds of silence
Speaks crisp she knows she can
Say light and from above the rims
All the way sleeping unlike others
Shrouded in mystery cloaks
My space on the edge holding
Residences have seen more to talk
One space and another nothing
Blessed is the one who gets a little
Islamabad
31/5/2010
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