The city
Where I lived the pinnacle of my life
Wandered through the notorious streets
Inhaled smoke of petrol and hashish
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dear dr having studied at KEMC i can doubly appreciate the candour and feelings in your post very very nice ..adresses so well the myriad conflits on the street in lahore
haven't we all or our ancestors migrated to where our people, this generation resides today...disgusting that the world will always be this way, fools that think land can be owned by one man, by one people, by one deed. The epitome of ignorance.
A somber feel to this lovely poem. Brought me to where you stand...................
good poem shame of peoples ignorance home is where the heart is wether we migrate or not. Every were belongs to god for us to share. Take care
Peopel cannot be Packaged and Sealed, or carry a Brand; we must just be understood and accepted for who and what we are. There are more than enough obstacles to overcome without building walls within a city. Well written although a tragic story. - Cindy
wow, its crazy how disaster can tear people and also citizenship apart great write, heartfelt 10
Lahore is a historic city! Being an ex-student and a lover of History, I decided to read this piece of poetry! You have revealed its other dimensions, giving it a personal touch in your poetic creation! In fact it reminded me of some of the good Turkish poems I read in translation! 10 + -Raj Nandy