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.