"Hill and vale once more under the poppy's lamp are bright,In my heart, the nightingale has set new songs alight,
Violet, violet, azure, azure, golden, golden mantles-
Flowers or fairies of the desert, rank on rank in sight"
~Allama Iqbal; translation by VG Kiernan
An absolutely delightful spectacle suddenly appeared over the sky as the tired sun threw its last beams through the last drops of the anomalous rain we'd been having here in Lahore; a rainbow! Like God's inverted smile; like a lot of unreturned love; like a streak of a hundred million dreams; like hope...shining through the cold and grey clouds of fear!
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