Lahore, how I love thee

The sunrise in Lahore, has colours like no other. So what, if those colours are now tainted with innocent blood?

T Hassan August 21, 2012
I may not have seen the whole world yet,

But I have seen a lot of it.

Sure, I left my heart in Paris,

Yes I lost my self,

Wandering the sloping streets of San Francisco

True, my mind found solace at the top of Mont Blanc

Yet, my soul will always belong to Lahore

The city that still captivates me, like no other

Maybe I’m biased; maybe it is nostalgia,

But when I am in Lahore, my soul is alive,

The whole city pulsates with unabashed life

The sounds of New York,

The lights of Hollywood,

Even the grandiose of Las Vegas,

Nothing,

Nothing compares to this city of my childhood,

The city where my soul sings,

The air in Lahore,

Smells like a thousand rainbows of my childhood.

So what,

If that scent now has traces of gunfire in it?

The sunrise in Lahore,

Has colours like no other,

So what,

If those colours are now tainted with innocent blood?

The sound of a dozen Azans at once still leave me spellbound.

Even though I now hear,

Echoing with Allah-u-Akbar,

The wails of mothers who lost their sons

Yet, my soul refuses to let go,

It pulls me back to this city,

Again and again. And again.

This bloodied and broken;

Impossibly majestic city of mine;

Lahore.

You are home to my soul, may you survive and thrive.

For my soul will forever, belong to you.

Read more by Tayyaba here.
WRITTEN BY:
T Hassan The author is a writer, dreamer, social activist and a Communications Major at California State University. She does Social Media and Marketing for various non-profit organizations and blogs at tabzy.wordpress.com/
The views expressed by the writer and the reader comments do not necassarily reflect the views and policies of the Express Tribune.

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Sheraz Javed | 7 years ago | Reply | Recommend Loved the theme of the poem. I grew up in Lahore and lived in Australia. Now I am in California and this article is just how I feel. The violence in the poem reflects how expats view the picture of Lahore nowadays with the news and everything. Now being away from my birth city, I also feel that a minor segment of Lahore is experiencing the unrest mentioned here. Excellent job Tayyaba. Pay my regards to Uncle Nasir and Auntie Fauzia(our best neighbors ever).
random1 | 7 years ago | Reply | Recommend Loved your piece but kinda agree with umar's comment
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