Originally from Scotland, I came to Pakistan many years ago. I read History at university but my profession was in communications.
I am most moved by the poetry of Rilke and Yeats, I am enamoured of the style and clarity of Auden, and the elegance of Eliot and Verlaine as well as appreciating the immediacy and passion of more contempory poets.
After you died I couldn't piece you together.
It frightened me a bit.
The more I longed for you
The more fragmented you became.
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Restless, pacing panther-like,
I prowl the palace
Preparing for the gods to punish me,
As is my fate.
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(The real nursery rhyme goes;
How many miles to Babylon?
Three score and ten.
Can I get there by candlelight?
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Hot, long lazy days
Sun dazed dragonflies skimming
Light filters through leaves
We swim among the lilies
...
The sun begins to set behind
Burnt umber hills,
Singeing them with fiery red,
And spreads its light
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