False Edifice

      Around her and thwart,

She saw fair faces and unfair hearts,

And the illusions of existence, that'd burst,

The ardor of yearning, turning into dust,

Reminiscing those voices, the silence...the baci,

She wandered alone on the streets of Karachi,

With the whispers of a dying seedling she'd embraced,

And the roars that desertion left no trace,

Roars that said, in a false extase,

"If you suffer a love so mad.

you will know, love can die a death like that."