Lines Of Wisdom Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

One who walks in a company of his own shadow,
In fact dies of each new dimension.

The thick tree that overshadows us all
Gets burnt itself in the scorching sun.

Those who depart the moon from the patios,
For them there shines a lamp in the glass-dome.

The rain that sweeps away
The roof and spares no ground behind
Her heart does not get mollified.

That one cannot break the spell of negritude
Who himself is afraid of light.

He who blew up all houses of the town,
Lo! How his house burns now.

The wounds of infidelity given by the moments
Take centuries to get them healed.

Written By Farheen Chaudhry
Translated By Muhammad Shanazar