Shareef Kunjahi

(1915 – 2007 / Kunjah, Gujrat , Punjab / Pakistan)

The Village - Poem by Shareef Kunjahi

Today, I am going to walk past your village,
A place from where I was not able to move away in the past,
Where I always was looking for some excuse to go.
What excuse? The truth is that you were the real reason
Who had made that village a place for pilgrimage?
What a beautiful name it had,
How exciting it was to just listen to its name.
Looking at its trees from a distance would take away all tiredness,
It seemed like their branches were giving me a signal to come close.
Standing under their shadow was heavenly.
Today, I will walk by those trees.
Nothing is pulling me towards them,
Neither do I feel the loving touch of breeze coming from your village
No one is there to meet me with affection
Or waiting for me,
Hiding behind the Kikkar trees, and alone
I am passing by your village
As if it is a graveyard, not a village.

[Translated by S.H.R from original Jagrate]


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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 24, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, September 24, 2012


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