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 29,2010br br Sadiqullah Khanbr br