KLF’18, Opening Night

A cool gentle breeze moves in to the solemn 007 hall, abuzz with poetic nuances…

All but the voice of the poet, subtle buzzing hum of the speaker remain…

The air, though in a closed room, gives one a sense the sea is nearby…

Karachi is alive on this semi winter night, with literature aficionados en masse…

Close one’s eyes, ah ha! You’re transported to childhood’s loom…

A city of mixed yet sweet emotions, sweet nostalgic sounds amidst the cool sea air smells, inherent to Karachi for millennia…

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