I held in front the begging bowl of life
It was filled with the coins of moments,
For whom I remained sitting
And waited for centuries on the way,
Ah! He passed by furtively,
And I had to bring back to home,
Silence of dumb tinkles and unwanted coins.
Written by Shazia Akbar
Translated by Muhammad Shanazar
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