PK 754

Yasmeen Hameed

The city glitters
and in some dim light you, too, are sleeping.
From these heights
the moon’s surface is closer.
But, no –
no one knows
whether the air is swift or cold here,
whether this is a floating smoke of clouds
or the dust of companionship.
Is this the quivering wave of the final call
or …

Leila in the Wilderness
Portrait of Jinnah