After the Carnival
Now those human sounds
have evaporated
into the sapless,
winter's air.
The cough has ceased to be
and sweet laughter
is gone.
Silence has taken over,
empty and cold
like the Indus frozen
beneath ice drifting aimlessly
nowhere
and everywhere.
The cup of joy
has been overturned.
Will I ever see them again?
Fragment III
The rose faint with fragrance
has slowly begun to wilt
in the chaotic quietude
of deep, starless nights.
Zaina Anwar is a painter/poet based in Islamabad, Pakistan. Zaina's work has appeared in multiple online publications as well as in an anthology.
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