By Yeah, I still do remember
My childhood December
In the broken and departed evenings
In lawn’s door the sunlight peeps
With the smell of burning coal
Draw wrinkles on my face
With the frozen tears—–
Seeing the cloud hanging over the sky
My mother often stand at doorstep and calls
Being engrossed in prayer at midnight:
May the snowfall
With the arrival of dawn to collect the heap of snow
To stare at the sky throwing snow
We felt ourself riding on the wind like a snow
When you came,
Then my childhood December passed
In the harsh summer, I would sit on the roof to see
Your glimpse at once.
I would decorate my existence with all snowfall at the frozen evenings
You could trace my footprints in the white-painted frost
reaching at your doorstep.
Then December passed!
I am still frozen standing here
In the snowy evening
No longer the sunlight peeps
As if the time is frozen
The falling snow can longer wash my hairs
How is this snowy night
The harsh winter has frozen everything
But failed to freeze my tears
The smoke of boiling coal that burns the eyes
It has no fragrance it used to have before
Have a glance on my doorstep, is still open
All ways that follow your home
are why so drought and silent.
Translated from Urdu into English by Parvez Ayub
Follow Offline Thinker on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. You can send us your writings at connect.offlinethinker@gmail.com
Facebook Comments
