The Crop Of Feet Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

When She emerged out
Of the layers of centuries,
Somewhere she confronted,
The moments devoid of peace,
And somewhere
She went through the forest
Of scandalizing eyes.
The stars remained asleep
Putting the blanket of dust;
She had to grow the crop of feet,
And there was a torrent
Of footless bodies which by remaining
In circles for centuries,
Got perforated extremities.

Somewhere amid the drifting sand,
Somewhere on the burning rocks,
And somewhere in the blazing winds
She had to grow the crop of feet,
She had to grow the crop of feet.

Written By Farheen Chaudhry
Translated By Muhammad Shanazar