These things
Go on
Those green leaves
And water drops
Were not leaving an impression
The light is too much
That man took my photograph
It looked
As if I was Lord Byron
In some corner I took hot snacks
It burned my tongue
I dashed my way
In a pool of flood water
I ended with the basement park
Flooded
I feel warm now
I retrieved a forgotten password
The Turkish lady with a strange name
Spoke so softly
And told me things about Cyprus
I am strangely cozy
For nothing
I left some work unattended
I probably need some conversation
In the evening
I have nowhere to go
Islamabad
July 29,2010
Sadiqullah Khan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/these-things-7/
