The Beating Heart that is Karachi

Karachi. Big, bustling Karachi. Enchantingly dirty. Amazingly alive. A heart beating at its centre night and day. My favourite city. You will look at me in surprise. Noisy, filthy, overcrowded Karachi, my favourite? 

Yes indeed. You have to look past its flaws to see its beauty. You have to see the treasures Karachi holds within. The warm waves. The smell of worldly cuisines on its streets. Karachi's strangers coming to your aid in times of need. The unity among the rich, the poor, the different religions and sects holds the city together. People bring this city to life. 

Words

Words fall across the page,

Blue water creating them

Black powder forming them

Letters trail off the page

Heading to the end

Harsh touches

stain the tree's bark

Pressing against it

Creating veins 

that will live forever

Unless burnt