After Blasphemy Law in Pakistan where many people are imprisoned
and give death sentence after alleged blasphemy
the chill passes
through the bones freezing the marrow leaving me to memory
to recall the numbness of being warm in a blanket of two arms
I sit here again
in a black hole
(‘read scripture’
suggestion comes from Chaplain-moustached man,
‘Can I write one?’ I countered
he stood there, stunned,
for a while to digest
the shock
then left me unattended)
ice melts
not now only
cold wind
plays havoc people
spend time
in reading
available scripture
endeavouring not to write
the one that is not available yet.
EN 
MK