Poetry About Karachi

The first evidence of Karachi appeared in an ordinary scene: The seafront under evening traffic. Salt air moved through the noise of buses and vendors. Bright boats rested beyond the crowded shore. The scene left one clear fact: A beloved place lives through contrast and motion.

I understood Karachi through one ordinary moment: The city carried many languages into one restless night. The silence did not explain it. It simply made room for attention to deepen.

By evening, salt air moved through the noise of buses and vendors. I carried Karachi home like a note folded carefully, unfinished, but honest enough to keep.