Larkana 1979

Long shadows

the evening sun

and the smell of earth and dung

and the ever-present haze of dust

and the air of hopelessness

and the endless colour of nothing


The waiting night

and the tormented glow worm

visible but not a source of light

and I feel the burden of centuries

and the pain of being

and frozen time


Sad earth

rich harvests

and growing want

unfelt, unheard

brittle frozen icicles


Yet somewhere

unsure despair

weeps her tears

into the bowl of time

and the sigh I hear

is of exception.


Larkana May 1979

Written after Bhuttos’ judicial murder

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