I Am Passing Through Strange Times Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

I Am Passing Through Strange Times



In the confined room of life,
Neither there is a miracle of the sun and shade,
Nor the passion of rose and nightingale,
Neither youth of the moonlight,
Nor interlude of the galaxy,
Neither the sky nor the earth is mine,
I have faith neither in my abode,
Nor in the extended route,
I see airs smashing their heads,
The roads are overcrowded,
Mobbed are the bazars,
Patience takes last breath in dust of the route,
The streets pant in the lap of smoke,
Human beings are confined in thorns in the air,
Neither is there squealing wind on the grasslands,
Nor are clouds in the sky, nor grey sights,
Neither an ocean of laughter,
Nor the river of ecstasy,
Neither the words of love,
Nor delicacies of Beauty,
The essence of existence is like the season of decaying roses,
The universe is but a sense of ceaseless occurring incidents,
In which I have been passing through astray since long.
Ah! I am passing through strange times!

Written by Jagdish Prakash
Translated by Muhammad Shanazar

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