The Pakistani Spectator

Out in the open, the old Lugarno bridge
Witness it has, many battles and wars
The happenings of the past and present
As they gather amidst tulips and old trees
For an old picture, for an old bindings
Remains in there, the strange silence
Souls of the departed, as flowers bloom
Remains in there, the old hatred
Like paths in the jungle, the reminders
Once there they brought the stories
Of me and you, in the corner,
The only witness,old Lugarno bridge!