Flaunt the paraded hate, actors
There's no catharsis, the play
As devoid, an anti-climax -
Fathers and sons, embrace
Brothers and sisters whisper.
Your little heels, do you think, are
Shaking earth? Except that you look
Miserable chested turbaned pawns.
Gilgit
November 3,2014.
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