(24 November 1952 - 26 December 1994 / Karachi / Pakistan)

Poem

How long did we sit engrossed in talk
under the flowering jacaranda tree?
I don't know. I only know,
the moon crept out from behind the tree
and placed its fingers across our eyes.

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