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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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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Excellent! Particularly "his voice echoing across 90 years"
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