[ sard mulk key aaqaon key naam. ]
my country is torrid...
let me wear its dust and wrap its distances around me
-Kishwar Naheed
found, floating, like leaves caught up in a eddy of wind. mujhey iss dhhul ko pehnney aur musafaton ko orhney do. dusty traveller at the edge of world, waiting, wanting to disappear, dissolve into the rock faces and the sun light, leaving no traces in the sand liking (i think) makhtub's hukm of lonliness. will you come with me, ay musafir?
Monday, July 17, 2006
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