By Fizza Saeed
A winter chill circles the city
Amidst howls of forgotten dogs and invisible people
Cars whizz by, cutting through a summer in transition
In Lahore, wandering lanes and kicking pebbles
A lone stranger walks, a sound of cracking fallen leaves
A Bob Dylan song plays in the mind
The road is long and to kill time
Is not such a bad proposition
It is November now
On the news are buildings, bodies aflame
The stranger, a citizen, with hands buried deep in an old, cheap coat
Breathes deeply, walks on, the night is long
In the morning, winter will arrive with her icy embrace
A fire will have to be made
Out of stones and yesteryear’s hopes
To keep warm a heart inside a cheap coat.
Fizza Saeed is a student of English Literature at Government College University, Lahore. She is the Editor-in-Chief of the varsity’s magazine, The Ravi.
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