In late afternoon and before the night
I played the lessons in music awhile
Forced my mind to fancy the beautiful
Create a rhythm of fingers and strings

I changed for the walk when I felt
In my tight shirts with a wire hanging
From my ear to the FM to listen songs
The voice of the girl that spoke as if

To me alone converged the universe
Followed a man who was driving a cart
His child in amusement for the evening
Green patch behind the bars antelopes
Encaged for view of the passers by

Houses were lit with open doors
As I tiresomely to my place back
What stories shall be in the streets here
Some love and music when cars prepare
For the evening race in this beautiful town
25/4/2009

Sadiqullah Khan

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