Frightening hollow silence,
Autumn winds, white snow, grey summers
Green springs, all in one.
My barren thoughts, a plodding
Supercilious, a cold outright -
We could have talked of better seasons,
Within, colored the canvas of minds,
Poured inks from the heart's pot
Sewn on the lips, each others.
We have lived storms, wars, nature's obliqueness
By love's eternal resolve, though
We passed through the times, giving
A piece of ourselves as age, smiling at,
We perish, like the leaves befall, by a slight wind.
This afternoon I had been waiting for you,
Ah! Many goodbyes constitute my little life.
Sadiqullah Khan
Gilgit
November 6,2014.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem