We too had chosen your soul
We had decried the spoils on your forehead.
We had seen war raging and angry demons
We had then seen hair pulled from sweat and blood.
How would a smile nourish on your lips,
We also know that you have forgotten your soul
In our lap and you ask us to raise our hands in prayers;
You then ask us that war and peace is with fate.
We then saw it that the strings of fate were in other hands
In other rooms were decided the fate either;
There was no God and there were no askance,
You then said that the war of demons and gods is over.
You then said that the strings of your life are hanging,
In the hands of mortal beings.
Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
Sept 27,2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem