Our flourishing family,
embraces yet another Uncle,
as my nephew’s questions,
and his innocent touch
on the rickshaw driver’s back,
smilingly illuminate all our faces,
a thousand times brighter
than this clunky machine’s
one failing headlight.

And hey presto!

In casting-aside the traffic frustration,
rain, and world-weary anger,
his ancient three-wheeler
transforms into a magic carpet,
flying South on Sariab Road.
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2010: Quetta, Balochistan.