Poems

by Noshi Gillani

I continued compromising with life
I kept narrating poetry and kept blazing

Your arrival was a dream but
I kept dying with the lamps

How can I express, in this monsoon
How much I have remembered you

O urban people! In the village of breeze
How were the flowers, fragrances and lamps

You made friends with Jugnu
I kept searching for stars

Those who could not unite
Kept writing the tale of separation.

 

 

The literal translation of this poem was made by Nukhbah Langah

The final translated version of the poem is by Lavinia Greenlaw

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