Ovalish, out-of-shape, clownish shadows halt

over trees and spaces unfamiliar to intrusion

on ground a dry crust resisted the clanking

grandeur of city, behind anagogic walls

crumpled leaves waited orgasmic crush, but

the intruder was meticulous, this time of the year

we used to edit our thoughts ,every time clouds came

stories of mangoes oozed, tongues endured

before a flood of taste brought bold gestures of love

in Lahore’s crouching cartography some open lands

housed shadows generously, roofs with crooked wires

offered surreal evictions, we promised to counter

arrogance in this transition, so feudal in intent

so irreverent that whipped us to take out words

from rusty suitcases.