STRANGE LAND

Strange land
this one of Pakistan.
Of strong rivers and beautiful people.

A barren, a lusty land;
A dirty, golden river.

The colors of the women,
the laugh and the eyes of the kids.

The men's odour,
neither sex, nor sweat.
Both, in a powerful elixir.

Strange land,
where men hold hands.
Where things are clear,
and are not.
Where handsome boys stare
and look back.
Where they hold hands
and I cannot.