A Home With Mother

Saba Khaliq 

I will claim a home

In the middle of the new city 

They’re secretly building now 

By the sonorous shore 

With Mother.

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We’ll follow our tiny swell feet 

Out in the silhouetted night,

Sing morose poems 

Underneath the sooty spread of God above.

I’ll memorize all her favorite ghazals 

She’ll read my homework to bed. 

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And when October awakens

We’ll paint the streets mustard 

With a hint of fervent ferozi.

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November will be for sleeping

In memory of all our 

Crowded, lost and dreamless nights 

Spent miles away from each other’s scent.

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We shall keep sleeping and smiling 

In our one home

As the world droops in oblivion around us, 

Till Death dines with us 

On the first of January.