Cities On Fire

Rating: 3.0

What fire is this, O Lord? City after city is burning.
The reason turned into pitch-smoke, ifs and buts are burning.

The roof's aflame, the walls come down, the rooms ablaze
Houses light up houses, person after person is burning.

Like a scorching desert it sucks the moisture from the eyes.
Even the sighs can’t have an effect, effects are burning.

Every thoughtful mind’s tranquil is smoldering within.
Faces have turned black as coal and the hearts are burning.

The split seconds are catching the sparks- a lot to brave!
The moment's like an ember-burnt hole and the time's burning.

The mountains crack and rocks melt just like the wax.
The brooks bubble along the course with waters burning.

(draft translation; under revision)

[Translated from the Kashmiri by Muneebur Rahman]

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