Hour of separation

Its difficult to disconnect from
The walls and roof and windows
Of a home you lived in for so long
Its more like a lost love, where
You don't know the depth of connection
Until the hour of separation




Sometimes its an image which forms words and builds up a poem. This image stirred something deep in me, May be its the unseen connection that I have with sir Mustansar Hussain Tarar, where we speak and understand even without communication.

So I dedicate this poem to him.

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