Ah! How we are suffocating behind the walls of hates,
come on, let us sit somewhere else among the flowers.
My moon! Let me lull you to the dreams where you can fly freely,
why should wait for our deaths in this market of terror,
frightened we go out, everyday a new killing,
we are living among hypocrites, sinners and abusers,
though we live in the thrashes like fragrant colorful flowers,
though we sacrifice a few drops of our blood
everyday,
the beast of arms is hungry of blood, my child hide yourself in my arms,
and if you don't find my arms, go back to the caves once again!
Translated poetically superb. Why are Pakistanis killing so much.? Do they think it is ok to kill? Why can't they live peacefully? Who is misguiding them?
A wonderful translation of a equally wonderful poem....10++++
A lovely translation of a great poem..........................................................
Translated poetically superb. Why are Pakistanis killing so much.? Do they think it is ok to kill? Why can't they live peacefully? Who is misguiding them? U r most welcome to comment under my latest poem too titled, 'pay a visit to a riverbank, pls do