[Poetry by Ajit Shenoy, pictures by Usman Ahmed]
Spring has come to Karachi
'Tis the season to talk of the bird and the bee
But nary a lover can you see
In the gardens of this city by the sea
What, then, of the ancient city of Lahore
Heart of lusty Punjab, now puritan to the core
Life itself is now a bore
Did they bury romance too here with Anarkali of yore
In Hindustan, they hail him as the King of Romance
Shahrukh Khan, with all his millions of fans
But his ancestral Peshawar is sunk in a trance
With girls' murmurs drowning in a clatter of pots and pans
The young lovers of Pakistan are sunk in woe
For all their ardour they have little to show
Separated is the lady fair from her beau
With romance to be found only on HBO
Pakistan, they say, means 'Land of the Pure'
I quibble not with that, to be sure
But how much longer must young romantics endure
For sundered hearts, is there no cure?
Love in Lahore* - Too Many Hearts
Love in Lahore - Romance on Sale
Love in Lahore - Buy One, Get One Free
Love in Lahore - Will She, Won't She?
Love in Lahore - Love, Fast-food Style
*These pictures were taken during the Valentine's Day morning at Lahore.