Wednesday, November 18, 2015
What kind of this discourse is of acrimonious moments, On one side I and on the other you,
In between is a mound of ice,
In the spectacle of aloofness
Nothing but a pang of separation.
The sounds of moments shatter,
Striking against the mound of ice.
Who knows this unjustified remoteness
Becoming a prayer of someone eyes,
May enter into body and soul like an iceberg
Just think for a while,
That in the lonely sights of this awful aloofness
Who is remembered more by whom
Think for a while!
Written by Ayub Khawar
Translated by Muhammad Shanazar
Topic(s) of this poem: sadness