The body with the old condition needed to be in shadow,

The land is very thick, so at the forehead, a tree needed to be cultivated,

 

The bitter sorrow of bright night needed to be snatched,

In front of my own eyes, the loneliness needed to be decorated.

 

Again have gotten the illness of the bitterness of medicine,

Again thrust of your honey needed to be snatched,

 

The eyes are full of tears and there is no place for feeling in the heart.

The evening has fallen on these ways, now it needed to be poured in the glass,

 

Nether greenery hopes of trees nor excuses of birds,

With mad sounds needed to be run in the streets of the village,

 

Sometimes the demand of brightness, sometimes explore the darkness,

Muneer, the tolerance without veil, needed to be burned,


By: Shahnawaz Shah 

The writer is a teacher at I-well Center Turbat