My Existence Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

Who am I? Ask me not.
What am I for? Ask me not.
How I spent life amid the besieging trenches?
Ask me not this too.
I am a wounded soldier of a defeated army,
Thirsty, naked and all alone;
I am walking ahead,
On the unfamiliar desert in fears,
In search of some door or window,
In the shadow of which I could breathe,
For a while in rest,
So that from the heap of memories,
I could segregate a few leaves,
And then clinging to the tattered hem
Of woozy wind in the wilderness,
I could forget that I once fought a war too,
On the fronts where today
Helplessness of my life lay scattered.

Written by Jagdish Prakash (India)
Translated by Muhammad Shanazar (Pakistan)