Nothing that by a shadow in the night
has but this world alone,
his worn-out coat on the peg,
a wooden stick beside,
his cowboy hat of ruffled feathers,
that in the wind is bowed to the knees,
alongwith fair lady his choking star,
his spectacles to see through the skies;
and drumb-beat of the far maddening crowd,
starts pouring in his mad song
through e'ery rhyming feet in mud,
that unmanned horse came loitering around,
of golden tress his hair,
unbridled from the saddle his shoe,
his night-cap in the sky,
still blows the trumpet of his iron car.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Friday, January 31,2014 6: 39: 55 PM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem