there is always a silent nook you tend
to find a dead thing may be a worm’s
wriggled fossil, a chip of wood around
a bone without pulp turning into a relic
of a sad evening when the steamy layers
spread over the extended length of the
doorway where a path made of agates
waits for attention but you seek crannies
there! loneliness sits like a continent you
can suppress expecting a visitor who can
spoil claustrophobia, and its franchise, still
dark cavities in walls, and recesses of
outhouse calling, but have you found a
niche for love you can take her to settle.
Rizwan Akhtar is a writer from Lahore, Pakistan. His debut collection of Poems Lahore, I Am Coming (2017) is published by Punjab University Press. He has published poems in poetry magazines in the UK, the US, India, Canada, and New Zealand. He was a part of the workshop on poetry with Derek Walcott at the University of Essex in 2010.
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