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Kiran Masroor

In Lahore, Pakistan

Updated: Feb 23, 2023


The dust is orange enough to be beautiful.

She tells herself she is scrubbing out sunshine

when the dust spills out of her hair under shower water.


The air holds itself smooth,

curves up like a ripe, promising mango.

Remarkable- the color of the sky is gentle enough

to set even the crows dreaming.

When she walks home,

she counts the number of people

who share features with her.

Her grandmother once told her

the ocean and the sky were brothers,

same disposition, made for the same purpose,

God smiled, grabbed the biggest paintbrush he could find,

painted BLUE.


At night, an orchestra assembles

below her bedroom window.

In the key of listlessness, the

insects play their hearts out.

She wanders at night. Lahore looks

at her with one heavy-lidded eye,

huffs a deep puff of air, rolls over,

falls back asleep,

snoring giant.

 

"In Lahore, Pakistan" explores the feeling of being enchanted by the beauty of a country around you, but also feeling disconnected from it. I wrote this, thinking about how I felt when I went to Pakistan for the first time.

 

Biography:

Kiran Masroor is a sophomore at Yale University where she’s majoring in Neuroscience. On campus, she is in the performance group, TEETH Slam Poets, and she greatly enjoys writing about her Pakistani culture. ​​​​​​​She also runs a poetry account where she explores the intersection of written word, musical, and visual arts (@poemsbykiran).


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