WAR Poem: Ceasefire, by Rizwan Akhtar

May 10th, 2025

After a few aborted encounters on stairs,
promenades, this time you sat holding a
cup of half-finished tea next to me,
craving your eyes, aeolistic ravines,
the targets locked.

Only a week before, had a war with
neighbors, jets dogfighting over Lahore’s skies,
listening to Bollywood songs, drones of intimacy;
beauty and bravery, not love but president Trump
brought us a truce.

Launching a salvo of kisses on the face, stretched like
an airstrip, you made me take a fresh sortie, now
debris and doctrine wait for us when you enter
the room, we sat together; the ceasefire sneaked in.

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