And the Search Began Anew
I thought my search had ended
where yellow-ochre Quetta cliffs
stretch barren and bleak
to the Bolan and beyond.
I thought my search had ended
at the pine-covered hill of Ziarat
where consumptive Qaid convalesced
and from where he quit.
I thought my search had ended
at the man-made gorges
of Sukkur's mechanical marvel,
astride mighty Indus flood.I thought my search had ended
in the land of singing Sufis,
whose ancient mystic powers
had sutured broken souls.
But it was our home-coming
where you found your way again,
and I lost mine,
and the search began anew.