I'd said
the trails will be abandoned
and you never believed
I'd said
the doors will get shut
and you paid no heed
I'd said
the flower pots on the terrace
will dry up
and there will be a heap of parched leaves
in the porch
and you didn't listen
I'd said
the reserves of grains and love
will not be sufficient
and you never paid attention
I'd said
the people will get killed
not in the wars but
by an unseen pandemic and loneliness
and you just ignored
I'd said...
(Translated from Urdu into English by Kamran Awan)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow great poem! Plz do read and comment your thoughts on my newest prose titled, " face veils/face masks same thing " as it fosters an understanding of the shared veiling practice btw east and west since history. I have received comments for it in my inbox though they don't show up under my poem yet.