By O’dear Papa
Where are you, my Papa?-
Look, how I am broken
On your sorrows, I cry
Talked to forest
I knocked on several doors
I sent letters through pigeons
Where are you, my Papa?
No witness to tell about you
I took several strikes
From Shall to Karachi
Only for you, I took rallies
I journeyed on foots
My foots got wounds
I didn’t see days and nights
With winter weather of Shall
Had a discussion with Mama Qadeer
With guesses, I am alive
Might you come back
I talk to you
No needs to bring these tales
Previous time with Mehlab
I played with pains and tears
The midnight, I cried
Every moment of my life
I talked to your pictures
But I have patience with several aches
Like a black snack sting
No needs to highlight your loneliness
I don’t want to bring these tales again
Where are you, my Papa?
When will you be back?
Poet: Ayesha Baloch
Translator: Zubair Arif
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