Starting in the eyes, the dreams <br />end underfoot, <br />there the river lies still without the bridge. <br />It'd take centuries to build the muddy path <br />walking with the air and wind; <br />Time goes beyond me <br />And I am the solitary voyager <br />far behind you; <br />Holding on to the residual stores <br />of my life, <br />I wait for the moment standing <br />on the farthest point of the expansion <br />when the universe shrinks back. <br />The shadow of the night gets <br />terrified seeing the pointed <br />flame of the lamp. <br />The pavilion of the sky looks small, and <br />the light is more abundant than my heart. <br />But, the distances <br />are not longer than the <br />circles of the dreams; <br />In the divine seasons <br />when the stars blossom <br />like flowers; and <br />the butterflies flit around <br />the sun-fire, then <br />your moon like phizog <br />will appear on the <br />branches of the eternal dusk <br />If you have the spirit <br />to last and wait, <br />then, with a new pact <br />of the rudiments <br />I will come for you! <br /> <br />Poem by: Naseer Ahmed Nasir,1994. <br />Translated from Urdu into English by Bina Biswas <br />Copyrights (C) All rights reserved.<br /><br />Naseer Ahmed Nasir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fifth-loner-2/
