Pakistán

PAKISTAN

Oh hidden gem!

Exquisite lands,

My camera a few days ago witnesses your being,

Serene friend.

The hands of your working people,

The mosques as effigies,

Silent and observers,

of becoming.

I am one more tourist,

But secretly I am the most epicurean,

of your meals, of your fragrances,

cardamom, nutmeg, cinnamon.

I like your places,

And more your huge squares,

Crowded with modest people,

but kind.

Your mountains and their green,

they give for an ode,

a long and felt,

Deep,

As an Iqbal line.