'...several tall buildings had risen from the ruins…'
Let me dip my nib in a spoonful of alkali
Fiery words bathed in ink
Is that what you would like to see
On the white pages!
Dance of death
On the ice capped mountain!
When colorful vanity
From the past
Raises its head
Phoenix like
From the ruins
On dreamy foundations.
The annals smile
Helpless
Speechless...
© Syed Ahmed Shah (translator) ,13th of July,2012, Boluktol,
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