The dreamy eye cut my throat I bleed, see
Some old shards my memory still feed, see
In doom, eyes cease to dream
and Ears don't bother to heed, see
How will blossoms blush in the yard?
In the winter soil rotted seed, see
The clouds of dismay holding glaring dew
Trickle to wake me up from snobbery weed, see
I a paltry speck of dust lost my caravan
Strewed I am like the rosary bead, see
Just is hushed up in the eternal sleep
And far and wide punic faiths lead, see
Like Noah's ark, we fight against the storm
Nothing will set us ashore reads the creed, see
Neither the lot nor the youth has kept up
Thy wrath wrote damnation on the deed, see
Woozed in the wine of pride everyone in this city is
'Aerify it from their soul' the old beavers plead, see
@umarr amin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good ghazal. You need to set it to music, give voice to it and share on the platform. Thank You
Thank you so much....keep encouraging me with your peals of wisdom.