Desolation
Beloved, your voice is so enchanting,
So beautiful,
When you come,
The atmosphere awakens in dance.
When I see your face,
Nothing else comes into view,
My feet are enchanted
By the sweet reflections in your eyes.
But, beloved,
My heart also bears other imprints,
In the dream-like land,
Desolate gardens,
The silent cries of the nodding masses,
Bodies without flesh
Under the shroud of poverty.
Aslam Murad
This poem is originally written in Urdu, please click here for the Urdu Poem
