Tired leaves had constancy
Dripping water of rain was penal
Panorama overlooking the sleeping city
He had tied a barking dog for special invitations
His roosters were running headless on dawn
Words eat up the terror in the air
Forbidden music would let the silence melt
In the lunatic's asylums was forced repression
I do not hear your sounds from across the depth
Walls hallowed where bats would live
The powerful king would take two men
In his arm pits while running like acrobat
This is not the harem where heart will not speak
These are not bones buried under a tomb of Taj
These are not the bleeding nails of the young lad
These are the winds when on high roof
These are the kisses that I catch from the air
Islamabad
14/6/2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Captures a panorama nicely