I stumbled much
False exhilarations of living
From the thick bush of trees
And a very dark silent night
Behind the open door
When my back was towards it
Some fears will visit me tonight
I had immensely felt before
The memory
I wanted to patch in
You
In my vast emptiness
Islamabad
15/4/2010
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