The Balacing Act Poem by Wali Jamali

Last december,
In a cold wintry night,
I approached a girl.

A teenage girl,
Red-lip(-ed) .
Red cheek(-ed) .
Brown hair(-ed) .
Stood up and walked away with me.

Having touched her icy body,
Smelling fragrance,
And tasting the sweetness.
I happily granted
Her a baksheesh.

She smirked.
And politely thanked.
And inquirerd,
How satisfying did you find this sister?

Making me hell-bound
She trudged off the mud-yard briskly.

[ Wali Jamali]