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Bibi, are you living?<\/strong><\/p>\n When the snoring stopped with loving impudence you asked: You listened awestruck to your Scheherazade, repeatedly embellished tales of the knighted poet of the East, There you sat coiled, mischievously, green tea, you said, You crave it on the ward now Fear keeps me vigilant <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Anas Hassan<\/strong> lives in London. He is a strategy consultant and keen runner, and speaks French, German and Arabic. He studied history and international\u00a0relations at Cambridge. His poetry has recently been\u00a0published in The Interpreter\u2019s House<\/em> magazine<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Bibi, are you living? When the snoring stopped as you perched by the fire with loving impudence you asked: Bibi, are you living? You listened awestruck to your Scheherazade, her convoluted ancestral tales, repeatedly embellished tales of Salim and Anarkali, Layla and Majnun, the knighted poet of the East, the Bollywood tragedy […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10100","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10100","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10100"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10100\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10102,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10100\/revisions\/10102"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10100"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10100"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10100"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nas you perched by the fire<\/p>\n
\nBibi, are you living?<\/p>\n
\nher convoluted ancestral tales,<\/p>\n
\nSalim and Anarkali, Layla and Majnun,<\/p>\n
\nthe Bollywood tragedy king.<\/p>\n
\nsipping hot salty tea \u2013<\/p>\n
\nthough it was more dark Thames brown.<\/p>\n
\nbut they don\u2019t have it here, of course.<\/p>\n
\nin the uneasy stillness.<\/p>\n