adieu

time has come
to pick up things
scattered on the floor
put them in to a bag
shut the window
on the stream
lock the door
move out
and drive away
leaving behind
a cloud of dust
and little children
bathing in the stream
women with baskets of dung
on their heads
gossiping men on the corner
under the tree
and chirping birds
on the bark
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(ayaz rasool nazki)