A Mirror-House Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

A Mirror-House



I am imprisoned in a mirror house,
What kind of house it is,
Where all around,
I see your face,
Instead of mine,
No chance of acquittal is there,
On each particle of the vessel,
Extending from body to soul,
Your lascivious eyes and lips,
Guard like sentinels,
From some mysterious directions.

Written by Ayub Khawar
Translated by Muhammad Shanazar

Wednesday, November 4, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rahman Henry 04 November 2015

Excellently presented love poem. So lovely.

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