On their way to school <br />Carrying dreams of future <br />In their book bags <br />Kids grow into old man <br />Their prattle <br />Like tiny butterflies <br />Continue to live. <br /> <br />Of dreams and their interpretations <br />Of brightly lit hands <br />And happy lines of fate <br />Folks seperate from us <br />Their memories <br />Continue to live. <br /> <br />In the eve-time loneliness <br />In the head-splitting deep gaze <br />Like withering dreams <br />Scenes get blurred <br />Glued to the path - eyes <br />Continue to live. <br /> <br />In the empty spaces of life <br />In the courtyards of <br />Waning sunlight <br />Holding medals of valour <br />And defeats <br />Mothers of slain war heroes <br />Continue to live. <br /> <br />Poets <br />Writing on scraps die <br />Their poems <br />Continue to live. <br /> <br />(Translated from the original Urdu by Satyapal Anand)<br /><br />Naseer Ahmed Nasir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/living-trophies/
