and the last illusion
breaks. the loneliness
of romance exceeds its
solitude; look Faiz.
iyi misin canım?1 cries
rise. cutting across
multitudes and gene-
rations. of quiet people.
care accumulated
over centuries. the flood-
gates open. we are
let loose. creatures of
tenderness. HAYIR2, the
scream echoes through
aeons. of manufactured
silences. hayır. hayır. hayır.
in Faiz his eyes – every-
thing standstilled. evening,
between revolutions, long.
magar shaam hī to hai3.
Article 19 