'Lahore'

A small poem I wrote about Lahore and its different faces a couple of years back as a college assignment.

Temples, mosques and beautiful shrines,

a feeling so sacred, so touching and divine.

Vibrant colours and festive faces,

illuminating the darkness from barren places.

Festivals, occasions and  all these celebrations,

keep us alive and keep us in motion.

Sad faces of a poor man,

lying on the pavement, no ceiling, no fan.

Standing on guard at a restaurants door.

Happy and content, not asking for more.

Little boys fixing the cars,

throwing their dreams to a place quiet far.

Asking for money, knocking on the window,

Tent for a home, but dream for a meadow.

Worries stresses and too much of work.

Waiting for a life, looking out for hope.

Lahore is a city, of too many faces,

Too many people and crowded places.