POETRY
Shrines
Words have crashed onto your shores,
And lovers have been put to sleep
On beds of nails and ashes
And mausoleums in your name torn down
Because of the upkeep.
Too many builders paid the price
And I—The King who ordered it—
Was kept awake wondering.
Maisha Syeda is a writer, painter, lecturer, and a Sub editor of Star Books and Literature.
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