The Sleepwalking
N Naseer Ahmed Nasir
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The Sleepwalking
The life, is an advert doodled on the walls,
which the rains wash away,
without taking a peek at it
It is a day, setting into
the perpetuity of darkness
A frigid pathway
that is bound to stroll in the end
towards the extremities not known
It is the whisper of
some intangible love
in the decaying solitude of the ages
It is the crimson melody
that the waft sings
It is the green chirping of the birds
that can't be seen
A rosebush implanted by a mother it is
that bears the flowers, one day
In the resounding divinity of
the silent lullabies
It is a window that opens
towards the heavens
It is a door to an
everlasting sleeping-quarter
The last episode
in sleepwalking it is! ! !
Translated from Urdu into English by Kamran Awan
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