Reminiscing The Relics Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

I remember every place wherever I go
The age of puberty, and the air of Hyderabad
I'll not forget the elementary enigmas of Jamshoro
Parental preciousness and sincere, sassy siblings
If the kisses of Karachi-CS are that easy to be forgotten?
I'll remember the walks made upon the sand of Thar
Islamabad enveloped me differently; it energised me strangely
Rawalpindi's customary rituals,
I'll remember the cores of KP, and Kashmir
I'll remember that room whose window opened to the busiest road
I'll remember the room whose window opened to the lush, tall trees
I'll remember the room whose window opened to the girl's hostel
Asses up and asses down...
Lustful I, lamenting I..the lover I, and the beloved I.
I'll remember the room whose window opened to nowhere
I'll remember my comrades who were asset to my intellect
The confident I, the graceful them...
Straight into accidents; drawn out to decency
Unbelievable isms of life, ah! I've lived a lot!
Enough spread... Enough endangered...
Cut down to unwriteable bits
Numbed by nihilism... engrossed by atheism
Locked down to logical loopholes... traumatized with tussles
Blamed for useless beliefs... Scandalized for rational radiance
The idealized I, the undermined I
Lot of people lied to me; lots of them were really cool
I'll remember the Sindhi Sangat who most ardently endorsed me
The ground... the stage... whole lot light!
And the extended arms... and the shy faces... and the shivering legs
Immediacies and intervals... Book and Beauty.
The lady who made me laugh; who read to me in waves;
Who accompanied me in autumns, and springs;
Who sat in front of me in Summers of Sindh
Who wore me in winters nearby seaside
The tuneful life, the trashed up tracks
Rough... ridiculous... and puffed up!
I'll remember the relics of this life forever!