These trees are lined up br On the side of street lamps br The land is dry like drought eaten br For breathing all the air from the surface br Of earth br Water has been sucked br By the eucalyptuses br br The sand bags on the newly washed bunker br There is a war zone on the other side too br br The dim fluorescent light on the door br I climb to the love of your home br The ghosts in the street chase me br Some bigger locks are needed inside br br I get dissolved to the walls br To the chairs and to windows br To sounds and silence br br To the songs of birds early morning br To the rays of sun br To the brass and silver utensils br To your sweet hospitality br br Before the dawn of departure br I break into pieces the whole night br br Islamabad br 1542010br br Sadiqullah Khanbr br