”Rain in Lahore”
It’s raining here
in a midsummer day
a girl jogging
It’s raining here.
Wearing a rosy shirt,
her face is smiling ,hips are ripe
as she ran, it was lovely to watch.
I am confined herein the moment
in the movement,spellbound.
Young girls and boys, workers and lovers
no one knows me here,
cars and trees ,walls and windows
It’s lovely to be unknown.
This rain will ripe the fruitsand our hopes too
Ottoman mosque is grand
telling our story
selfies in drizzling
life is beautiful , dreams are unlimited.
The rain is leaving nowyet I am here,all alone,
feeling the absence,all around
after the rain, before the rain
its lovely to be unknown.
Aurangzeb Wattoo
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