The City Of Silence Poem by Mohammad Muzzammil

O, those who are in their graves!
We've brought a mate of thine,
Who just now bade farewell the waves,
And took the next of cup of the wine,
You all have left the world before us indeed,
And advancing silently towards their goals,
Riding everyone on his own steed,
Like thee we are after setting free our souls.

I like forefathers buried in this land,
The sober people had calm desire,
Whose intentions were rock not the sand,
Whose hearts were shining behind their attire,
The martyrs decorated it with their blood,
And the saints, for them it is heaven,
Who brought revolutionary flood,
And whose preachings hit the evil and weaken.


The dark night is born in the shining day,
And darkness covers the whole world,
But they feel neither grief nor gay,
Cause they belong not to this world,
The day breaks daily and birds sing,
But can't raise them of their song,
They will be awakened by the Great King,
Ripping the graves, they'll run to take their 'Life Long'