A poem by Rida Akhtar Ghumman.
Above a neglectful cobblers shop
Rests the mandir
Behind very closed doors.
We knocked, and knocked,
Me and two ex-friends: today when I recount.
It’s two ex-ed people and an ex-mandir
For ever mandir, mosque, mazaar
Deserves visitors, from everywhere, admirers from abroad
Like every heart should have,
People, lovers, friends and all.
Razia Sultana’s father rests nearby,
To view his mazaar from the mandir
One has to climb.
All the way up, fearful stairs, dust, debris
Of eons old charms
And puja fragments
These two friends too, live in my heart today
And tomorrow, like an ages old spark.
Unvisited monuments of the heart
Unvisited monuments of Anarkali
Rida Akhtar Ghumman, based in Pakistan, is a student of English Literature working in creative corporate marketing. She can be reached on Twitter and Instagram at @RidaAkhtar_