A Treasure Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

A Treasure



Packed in an old trunk,
Beneath the worn-out garments,
And the torn pieces of paper,
Amid the charms and devices of spell,
In a rusty box of metal,
Beneath the fading photograph,
The coloured silky sari that lies
There with a red golden lace,
And glistening stars,
Is dearer than the soul,
For an unfortunate aged woman.

Written by Naina Adil
Translated by
Muhammad Shanazar

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