Apart from me, you are happy Like me, you too are a fraud
On the wall, I saw a crescent I thought there, you were present
The budding flowers are targeting high Exactly as you are the laughing sky
The dusk tells me at every shore What type of clothes you wore
Matter of heart, I read expressions At the sea coast, you count the waves
With the world, you alone are fighting How childish you are talking!
The poem is a translation of an Urdu poem by Bashir Badr
This post first appeared on The Kashmir Pulse
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