Port City Poem by Hanan Muzafar

Trough nights and days,
In rain and sunshine,
we used to roam through,
crowded and empty lanes,
like kids finding,
meaning of life:
While forgetting,
we were part of fate.

Sometimes watching the sight of sea,
it's vastness and depths,
chasing its tides with feet;
Lights were bright,
and doors shut for us;
For we were strangers to thee.

wander through alleys,
look for portals, and watch strange it's;
Little clans we make,
to survive and thrive,
like thieves of city,
eyes full of dreams;
In crowd:
Alone and bare.