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Sunday, March 27, 2011

...Of Holiday Haikus

Written at sporadic intervals today, during duty that involved nothing more than sitting in a chair for ten straight hours..

Orange juice and tea 
In an air conditioned room 
Sarkaari breakfast.
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A weekend workday,
Borges and Tufail Niazi 
Might help pass the time.
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The minutes tumble.
Cricket news on the telly 
Interspersed with cows.
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Pleasant company 
Distracts me from my reading 
As I make small talk.
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Anonymous text.
Embarrassed to ask their name 
Reply with a : )
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His face was traversed 
By a vengeful scar, a grey 
Almost perfect arc.
(Borges)
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Abdul Karim Khan 
Sings Malkauns,his voice echoing
Across ninety years.
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Perspicacity 
Pullullation, Pirilence. 
Borges loves his P's.
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Fateh Ali Khan, 
Shaukat Hussain Khan's tabla. 
Khamaj in Teentaal.
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Eight hours in a chair, 
 with nothing to do. At last 
the cry goes forth, Lunch!
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Ten hour duty ends. 
Wouldn't have survived but for 
Haikus and Borges.

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1 comment:

  1. Excellent! Particularly "his voice echoing across 90 years"

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