My City Lahore Poem by Nosheen Irfan

I inhale Lahore
Through smog
Through rain or fog
I'm used to its uneven skin
Its cold cutting sword-like edge
Or its sweaty clingy summer touch

I have seen it growing
Expanding its territory
Yet clamouring for space
More place to hold the ambition
And the shiny bodies
Of drifting vehicles

How far it is going
Gulping small villages
Hardly any space left
For contemplation
Of history it still holds
In its old pores

Massive malls
Luxurious wedding halls
They all have a sea
Of people
Moving like shadows.