There were hanging to those ceilings blackened br Hides of the lambs and goats taken straight br Fleeced and treated with salt and ash br Four legs tied with some rare knots in leather br And hollow open from the neck where they br Would carry their heads while grazing in the green br Those skins were filled with water and milk br And skimmed milk from which br Cold butter would be made to float br Some women carried it to the nearby spring br Would fill it with water to carry to long distance br On a camel back and milk in it would skim it so br So was the oil from butter for the rice around boiled br There were those skins of goats and lambs filled br With grain in winters to preserve the taste br br There were hanging from those ceilings blackened br With the color of smoke from long winters br There were minor spaces for the eyes to penetrate br Branches from oak wood on the ceiling above the pine logs br There were comers not so straight and a small mud fire place br Brass pot for the warm water as light flames of fire br In the middle like a monastery would all around br br There was the scent of the linen and silk of Shanghai br Music of the silver ornament as the heads would turn br White of the eyes and dark of the eyes above cheeks br A hanging gun that had been oiled more than hundred times br br There were the long shadows of the evening br There were the darkest nights ever seen on earth br The brightest moons and thousands of stars br There were many suns behind every corner of the walls br There were many trees and fruits of apple and plums br br There were many who were in love too br br Islamabad br 262010br br Sadiqullah Khanbr br