1 minute reading time (60 words)

Railway Tracks

Twice or thrice they crisscross

Across the level crossing

And the nettles cling

Stubbornly to their sides

Spreading their displeasure

Upon the broken ridges

Of crumbling soil;

 

But the nettles cannot go

Where railway tracks lead-

Everywhere

And nowhere

All at once

 

Whistling into the night

With a longing

That pierces

Isolation.

 


(c) Omer Tarin.
Pub ''Pasban Review'' Pakistan (1999)

 

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