The Road To Islamabad

Build me a road to Islamabad
so I may simply just
breath the air
cool and sweet
the desert wind
kicking up dust in the distance
choking
like a soul lost to grief
but the road meanders
over seas and under mountains
through forgotten lands
to the people who remember
more than just a passing summer
Build me a road only we can see
you with your sunglasses
and I with a camera and a distracted smile
naively strolling
into the next day
ignoring boundaries
memory never failing to reveal
the reality
But if you build
my road
to The City of Islam
will you too
be swept away
by the coarse desert wind?
 

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