Wandering Thoughts
Don’t speak of me, for God’s sake,
I’m carried away on a wave of my own.
I hear you, yet
I’m under the spell of another conversation.
Am I oblivious,
Or traveling with a secret?
In the folds of my sleep,
I reside in the palace of a dream.
I know nothing,
What influence claims me since you?
One thing is certain:
I’m no longer where I once was.
Far away, perhaps on the outskirts,
I roam the deserted paths of this city.
Dusk has fallen, and I…
Azra Mughal
