These Things Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

These things
Go on
Those green leaves
And water drops
Were not leaving an impression
The light is too much

That man took my photograph
It looked
As if I was Lord Byron

In some corner I took hot snacks
It burned my tongue

I dashed my way
In a pool of flood water
I ended with the basement park
Flooded

I feel warm now
I retrieved a forgotten password

The Turkish lady with a strange name
Spoke so softly
And told me things about Cyprus

I am strangely cozy
For nothing
I left some work unattended
I probably need some conversation

In the evening
I have nowhere to go

Islamabad
July 29,2010