A Moth A Poem By X. Z. Shao In Hindi/Urdu Translation Poem by Ravi Kopra

Ek Fatinga

Ek kagaz k varke par
mara hua fatinga
aise laga k is main jaan ho
main ne manzil k cHatey farsh se
isko haw main jhaD diya

Ye subah ki roshni main
ek komal chotay se phool ki tarah
prithvi ki gravity main
chakkar lagata, hawa main ghoomta hua
apni khushi main uD paDa.

Kitni sundar the iski antim yatra
anant kaal pauNchenay k liye.


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A moth

By X. Z. Shao



A moth,

dead on a piece of paper,

seemed alive.

I dusted it into the air

from my sixth-floor balcony.

It flew in the morning sunlight,

whirling downward,

swaying in the wind,

like a light flower,

hilarious and happy,

under the magic of gravity.

How beautiful

its last journey was

towards eternity.