On Ghizar River, the lone village sits
In winters, the corn fields bare,
On the river's other bank
A cow grazes, by a setting sun
Chinar trees, have elongated shadows
Unless they are hidden by the hills' peaks.
Apricots and apples will grow,
A wait, no longer than the night's snow.
I went there, will again I go?
But if my work would just allow,
To compose a verse, or a painting, in style,
Remembering you, the days go.
Sadiqullah Khan
Gilgit
November 5,2014.
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