The Pakistani Spectator

Different it was then,
In abundance,
Flowers and fields of green
The old protection
of mysticism and cedar trees
Along the dusty road
With small mosque
Few houses and animals
Life slow in its steps

As paces of time follow
In circles, the seasons
Different it is now,
The disease and its effect
Gone from the view
The old fields of corn
Flowers and wheat
In view, from a distance
Metal roads, and places
of smoke and commerce

Stands there,
the old mosque
in shadows of time,
life and its pace,
the effects of gravity
in abundance
greed and its hunger!