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Siffat Islam

The Lost Life

They come in torrents,

a wave of mud born from the sea,
rising in volume as the crest nears

my solitary, soundless form.

I came alone with Aristotle under arm.

Yet their philosophies extend –

encompassing a radius beyond the street

of homes with undulating tin roofs.

Streaking past, a leather ball

flies with their hearts, their struggles,

their life.

I cannot recall the laws and rules

to justify…

Empty stomachs, but overflowing life

washes over the broken street.

I need a second chance.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2012 EDITION]