Sindh Saghar

I am torn between the court and the shrine

between the bohemian poet and the dervaish

between shaping nature and surrendering to it

between the world of the ganga jamna doab

and sindh sagar

each evening I suffer the divide with tears

each afternoon I prepare for it with apprehension

yet I cannot live without my conflict

it is the only identity I have

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