The Fifth Loner
Beginning in the eyes
dreams end up at soles of feet.
The river is yet without a bridge.
For the earth is to become a path, a route,
centuries, a journey must endure.
Racing with water and wind
time overtakes me
and I, the lone
traveler of earth,
lagging way behind you,
holding close, the
left-overs of life,
from the farthest edge
of my expanse
wait for the universe to shrink.
They clay-lamp’s flame
frightens the ghost of night.
The sky-canopy is too small;
the light more abundant than my heart.
But drams have a life, longer than all distances.
In seasons divine,
when stars, like flowers will bloom
and around sun-fire will hover, butterflies,
your moon-face will appear
through branches of eternal dusk.
If you’ll have the strength
to endure and wait,
then, with a new arrangement of elements,
I’ll come for you …. !
(Translated from the original Urdu into English by Yasmeen Hameed)
wonderfully written ! want to read the Urdu work too ..
very lovely and full of emotions. thanks
Intriguing write of life around the shaping of every thing around earths life and elements ...very uplifting...regards
Beautiful verses, an uplifting poem
When its said with such affirmative life force How else but not to wait - To drink The dew drops waiting upon the grass.
a lovely ebb and flow to this poem, an idealistic, beautiful touch