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Wither, Wither |
Asif Iftikhar
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In this world wonderful, colourful The panting human, doing needful!
The heart doth desire the sublime The beyond, will the soul climb
But Oh, how shall I say it all! To exist, doth the human fall!
In the sky, though many a star Each from the other afar
As me, each forlorn in solitude Wandering around with fortitude
Is the world then my stage? Or am I but in a cage?!
Wailing aloud, my lament unfortunate “Wither, wither my soul-mate?!”
(Tr. From Iqbal’s Javed Namah)
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