I am taking part in the Write Tribe Festival of Words.
And today’s prompt is – Nurture
The tale of two cities
“I would like to visit Lahore one more time before I close my eyes. I want to feel the earth and smell the air of the city that has nurtured this soul,” said the fading poet. His friends and fans nodded in empathy.
A piece of news spread like wild fire in the silence of the night. Hearts raged and blood boiled.
The next morning, he was found in a bylane of Darya Ganj – blood-less, breath-less, life-less.
His friends and fans didn’t feel remorse. One city nurtures, another one takes.