Melancholy of the wilderness
Blocks the paths, she does not know
The art how to hide behind the bushes.
I got two feathers coagulated with blood,
Of the crow that cawed,
On edges of the roof of my house.
I have fed the sparrow,
Sitting in the patio, but
My hands are coated with Henna.
Written By Farheen Chaudhry
Translated By Muhammad Shanazar
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