When I pass that stream
Some reflection in my mind
Grasps me and my nerves
A dead body flown away
By flood waters
With muddy hair and open mouth
Tall and soaked in muddy water
Torn out clothes
The elbows scratched
Blood stained
When I pass that stream
My soul becomes heavy
Some mysterious people
Dragging that body
But not lifting it
Just like a dead animal
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Abdul Sattar. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks