Fast flowing road
Is the straits of the town.
A flood of comely faces
In hotels, shopping plazas and parks
Wafts of cologne fragrance
Forming angle after angle
Of lines, dashes and circles
Of body cultures.
Desires not unlike tar
Vitriolic relationships
Dreams falling into sewer of time
Poison of muddy tears
Smouldering, half extinguished
Sleep perched on eyelashes
Bodies, stinking-dead-tired
Tyranny in sleeping rooms
Warth of nearness entwined with distance.
Fast flowing road
Is the straits of the town.
Naseer Ahmed Nasir
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