Sorrow
Today again,
From the depths of my heart has arisen
Same pain that had been put to sleep
Long ago.
Once more,
Due to the blame of friends,
It has turned to dust,
Same debt
Paid off years ago.
Perhaps this is the characteristic of us,
The afflicted ones,
All those arrows that didn’t hit the target
At the destination,
We carry them embedded
In our souls,
Offering them
As a sacrifice to the beloved
Before the Almighty.
Aslam Murad
The poem is originally written in Urdu, please click here for the Urdu Poem
