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November Fire

By Fizza Saeed


Image courtesy:  Photo by Yaoqi LAI on Unsplash

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.  

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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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