Half-Eaten Hopes Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

I live on half-eaten hopes,
Sitting amid the corpses,
But I yearn for a miracle to be happened,
That someone might breathe,
That someone might be alive,
Some uttered words might become evidence,
Smile might change into a rose
On someone's dribbling lips,
Some vision might become an eye,
And a tear of someone's eye might become,
Either a glow-worm or a star,
The path might become unblocked,
And someone might conclude his journey,
Dust might settle down,
Making the spheres transparent;
But dead bodies are the carcasses,
And they do not come into life.

Written By Farheen Chaudhry
Translated By Muhammad Shanazar