From the dark alleys of the mind, the only path I found
Led me, with my body scarred, forward bound
But upon looking, all roads turned to mirages
The sky seemed no different from the ground
The same unseen monsters descending
The same dust covering the paths to the destination
Who knows in which direction they are leading
For ages, the laws of nature have been misleading
And I, always ignoring the fatigue of my sight
Look ahead, hoping for the dust to clear
So that the vessel of my life finds its haven
But only if the quarrels of the leaders cease
If any word unites them in agreement
I will accept all their commands
Even if it means I have to drown
Life, you have nothing else to offer
The same tumult returns morning and evening
Yesterday, the world lamented you
Today, you remain a difficult path
Many caravans came and went
Their hopes extinguished by your hands
Eyes kept crying and hearts kept sighing
Countless those saddened by you
You changed your standards, but not your ways
Your murderous style remains the same
Sometimes you bring blossoming gardens
Sometimes your savage ways in the name of life
Look upon those wailing faces
Stains of disgrace upon your forehead
Aslam Murad
This poem is originally written in Urdu, please click here for the Urdu Poem
