Maha Sohail

She stood like a healing drop of sun spilt on the sky floor
Have you seen the beginning of times? / When even ocean and / the earth were toddlers in their/ Mother’s laps / You heard then, the sucking of toes / The folk lullabies to hush the infants / You sang to them in a pitch all could hear / Beginning of times / It is a fortress / Desert and ocean meeting / I march on a line where desert meets the ocean / Passion meets the silent / I find myself, I lose myself / I march / Circumambulating the city / She waits / Qibla of the fortress / Queen in the centre / I march towards life / for life