Tears write a poem,
Breaths weave a song,
Windows of memories are shut,
Nights are suffocating,
Forsaken images rise again,
In lonesomeness.
In the empty rooms of this house,
There is uproar in silences,
Emptiness has grown in the grass
Gripping the border of lights.
The shadows vibrating on walls
Write the future of our fate,
Sunshine is encaged
Behind the bars,
On the shut windows
Of the fascinating house.
In the wilderness
Of memories, annoyed is
The hope of flight,
Here we have lost our entities,
Amid the walls life,
I have just returned
To this enthralling house
With nothing in hands
But the pebbles of memories
And some shards
Of the broken pledges.
Written by Jagdish Prakash
Translated by Muhammad Shanazar
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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