SOMETHING WRONG?

A woman on the pavement,

Selling newspapers for a living,

Prays for me;

The preacher with his long beard,

Admonishes me;

I stop for a while at a mosque,

And somebody,

Steals my cellphone and absconds,

Stealthily...

Is something wrong with the world,

Or me?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Composed in Karachi in July 2007.

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