My City Lahore

I inhale Lahore Through smog Through rain or fog I'm used to its uneven skin Its cold cutting sword-like edge Or its sweaty clingy summer touch I have seen it growing Expanding its territory Yet clamouring for space More place to hold the ambition And the shiny bodies Of drifting vehicles How far it is going Gulping small villages Hardly any space left For contemplation Of history it still holds In its old pores Massive malls Luxurious wedding halls They all have a sea Of people Moving like shadows.