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And the Search Began Anew
I thought my search had ended where yellow-ochre Quetta cliffs stretch barren and bleak to the Bolan and beyond.
I thought my search had ended at the pine-covered hill of Ziarat where consumptive Qaid convalesced and from where he quit.
I thought my search had ended at the man-made gorges of Sukkur's mechanical marvel, astride mighty Indus flood.
I thought my search had ended in the land of singing Sufis, whose ancient mystic powers had sutured broken souls.
But it was our home-coming where you found your way again, and I lost mine, and the search began anew.
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