In The Multitude Of London Poem by Shahida Latif

In the multitude of London
I happened to see a depressed figure,
With cascading hair, blue shimmering eyes,
Silky skin, face with the grace of an Angel,
And sat casting down, on the steps of a terrace,
I out of pity queried, “Oh! Girl what occurred to you? ”
Your figures speak though you are silent,
You seem to be a pang ridden, heart broken being”.
She jerked back the disheveled eclipsing hair,
Moped drenched eyes, wiped rosy cheeks,
And responded to my words, “I am a victim of
The breakup, here the marriages are the jokes,
In my motherland only death separates the couples,
Though they go through the hard times.”
Consoling on her plight I asked her the name of the country,
And she replied “Pakistan”, then clang to me.