Railway Tracks
Twice or thrice they crisscross
Across the level crossing
And the nettles cling
Stubbornly to their sides
Spreading their displeasure
Upon the broken ridges
Of crumbling soil;
But the nettles cannot go
Where railway tracks lead-
Everywhere
And nowhere
All at once
Whistling into the night
With a longing
That pierces
Isolation.
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(c) Omer Tarin. Pub ''Pasban Review'' Pakistan (1999)
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