Poetry

Association of Disappeared Houses!

fpk photo/wasim nabi

Who tore down these walls,
Ramzan Wasta built,
Over gulps of nun-chai,
Boaba brewed for him,
With her rough hands,
Trembling from excessive toil?

Why is this smoke,
Hung in my study?
Empty bookshelves,
Littered with half-burnt poems,
Of Nizar Qabbani,
And short stories by Saki.

This night is frighteningly silent.
Have stray dogs died tonight?
They barked so furiously last night,
When they swooped on the village,
And shone searchlights,
That shamed the moon into silence.

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