Shahid Batalvi Speaks

with apology to Black Elk for he speaks first


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Every day I traveled
The same path
To reach, a new destination
Every day I returned, to my origin
Today I stopped for a while
Somewhere on the other side
Wondered where I was
Wondered who I was
The sand was burning
The soles of my feet
The sun was piercing
My shadows of retreat
She said she knew
The way
Through the desert
I looked up
She was the desert
Lahore, June 1988

Written by Shahid Batalvi

May 30, 2008 at 11:09 pm

Posted in poetry

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