I want to pace ahead raising my head,
I want to live finding my own existence,
Whenever I stride ahead,
Several small and big whirlwinds,
Raise from the Earth to the sky,
Dust resembling a thick round wall.
The sights at distance,
Begin to play hide and seek;
It is not essential that I should see,
From the same distance,
The same vivid sight as they wish;
But it is a painful phenomenon
If I see the same sight time and again…
Written By Farheen Chaudhry
Translated By Muhammad Shanazar
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