they was beautiful days,
in trains with textbooks about worlds
and non-worlds,
literature about harmonicas: : :
the rain is falling,
my chromosomes are condensed,
the trains are running,
and I am with everyone that i love.
they was beautiful days,
in the jazz corner of the world.
S. Taufeequddin Azher’s work has also appeared in Expat Press and Citywide Lunch.