Fables of the kings
Alchemist philosopher's stone
Hoofs down the rocks
Flying carpets carry fairy
Tale is to be continued
On return
The Mediterranean cloud
In autumn the vines
Flowers on almond tree
As leaves shall follow their fall
The east to you
The hub
The great poet in pains
Had traveled
For the Raj was seated there
In renaissance
Heavy monsoons
And socialist dream too
West is east and to the east was west
Be it the coast or peak of the hill
Be it the plain where slain
When east meets the west
It is the compass
You see from what direction
Islamabad
27/5/2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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