My shaded unworth, O my day's dream,
What for you had been waiting, fly from my breast?
Black dove's flutter, I saw you roll down in wavelet.
This long run for a decade, my eyes' secret tear.
Bewilder for the happening, small but averts an event
The detriment is it was, and was not. Let it
Get ahead. The Lake's dragons may swallow up more.
For the lesser loss, of necessity ‘you needed to get rid of',
Since it did not belong to you anymore, forget sail ahead -
The day when my Donna Karan eye-wear drowned in the lake.
-On falling my sunglasses in Attabad Lake while crossing it on October 25,2014.
Sadiqullah Khan
Gilgit
November 6,2014.
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