Green Sleep In The Sophisticated House - Poem by Muhammad Shanazar
This night is as cold
As the load of corpse
What should I say where has gone the sleep;
New tiles are fixed inside the house,
And outside there hang the curtains,
All around there lays a velvety carpet,
Glossy gears are on the shelf,
They reflect my rough abrasive heart.
Written by Shiraz Tahir
Translated from Potohari into English by Muhmmad Shanazar
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