Rohtas
There is no bridge
to the real me.
Those who were born
within my walls
have a natural claim
to my history,
wisdom
and wealth.
But you
who only come to visit
picnic in my ruins
photograph my gates
You will always
have to ford the river
always
imagine me as I was;
there is no bridge
you will never know
the real me.
Islamabad 1998
