A Kiss To Karachi Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Don't you see the sea around?
And the beautiful city by the sea…
Can you hear these clouds marching over her sky?
And white birds across the shores,
Screams of seagull, horns of buses
Listen, my dear, to the sounds of life,
See, the wind has its own music
Witness the life more delicately
Volumes of wishes, and whispers of lovebirds!
Political doll's dancing, the siren is so different
And just hear the laughters of children
Plea of a beggar, and excuses of trained life
Sense the life's hard beats
The books aren't over yet
Smiles aren't costly yet, Karachi is still young, you see
Flipping papers, and calming eves
Moonlight over Manora, and the silence by the Island
Its albums replenish my heart
Nerves full of excitement and passion
They say Paris is woman and London Man
Kolachi supersedes all, She's Victor; the Lordess
Karachi, my city, is the artful emblem
Natural tides kiss her very edges
I wish I could rebuild you
My language could arrange your streets
Thy arms are so generous, home of favorite faces
Ah, but there are people who debase thy look
I've witnessed your midnight cries
Rubbed thighs, parch lips, and crying eyes; You're so like an artist
Karachi is the humblest city; She embodies genuineness in her queendom
Magnificent moves, soft songs, and awful standing
Even your dust and smoke has an unsaid scent
Drizzling beauty runs through your body
Thee art to live forever, not to die anyway
Thou art Sindh's representative museum
You're a playground for lovers
Whenever they gossip about their favorite worlds
Stubborn shores of you resonate before me
Your cheeks carry deep scars, hands hopeful
Awe-inspiring and astounding, my city recalls
Life's beautiful, Embraced into serenity
Indus embraces thee, thy rhymes sound sweet
Yes, I'm deeply attuned to you, my darling city!