'Who's that one,
you are writing poems for? '
'How she looks like?
Where does she stay? '
'Why... she is not with you? '
After hearing
the bulk of questions,
as I started
opening my heart for reply,
She put hands
on her face with shyful smile
and asked me the last question
in innocent way...
'Are you showing me
the mirror Afzal Shauq! ? '
© Afzal Shauq
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem