My Destination - Poem by Muhammad Shanazar
Get me crossed the river,
My heart dawdles on the bank,
While making foot-prints
On the stretched shawl of sand,
It dreads of the noise made by water;
My Anchal like a flying-horse,
Flies on shoulders of the wind.
Get me crossed on the farther bank,
Pong of smoke from all side around,
Underneath are cold of the river
And black layers of darkness,
But transparent is outer sky.
Take me along to the boat,
In front and at rear of my heart,
And behind in my back are the increasing fears.
My confidant resides across the bank,
In the farther home, and all alone
I have to journey through the torrents,
Take me along to the destination,
My companion, you are my love,
Get me crossed the tempestuous river.
Written By Sumaira Baqra
Translated by Muhammad Shanazar
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