These things <br />Go on <br />Those green leaves <br />And water drops <br />Were not leaving an impression <br />The light is too much <br /> <br />That man took my photograph <br />It looked <br />As if I was Lord Byron <br /> <br />In some corner I took hot snacks <br />It burned my tongue <br /> <br />I dashed my way <br />In a pool of flood water <br />I ended with the basement park <br />Flooded <br /> <br />I feel warm now <br />I retrieved a forgotten password <br /> <br />The Turkish lady with a strange name <br />Spoke so softly <br />And told me things about Cyprus <br /> <br />I am strangely cozy <br />For nothing <br />I left some work unattended <br />I probably need some conversation <br /> <br />In the evening <br />I have nowhere to go <br /> <br />Islamabad <br />July 29,2010<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/these-things-7/
