All rivers of taste have dried up <br />Only sands boil in pans <br />Tyranny of migration has struck the towns <br />Birds have forsaken their nests. <br /> <br />Judgements descend from heavens <br />So it is said in books, testaments <br />Secrets of hearts are culpable offences <br />It's crime to feed at mother's breast. <br /> <br />''He had gone to buy a feeder <br />Before curfew time; <br />Hasn't come back.'' <br /> <br />Kids, go to sleep <br />Stories, written on waters <br />Are narrated by winds to sails <br />Of sinking ships, of men in submarines <br />The oceans in their eyes were dry at parting <br />Yes, the sands of journey <br />Had marked all pores of the body <br />'' Keep Quiet ''. <br /> <br />Whole life-spans pass awake from sleep <br />A single frozen moment is difficult to pass. <br />The sun at the roof's height comes and goes <br />Come, give a call to those <br />Who had heard Israfael's bugle <br />And gone to eternal sleep on the battle front. <br />Their children remain awake. <br /> <br />(Translated from original Urdu by Dr. Satyapal Anand)<br /><br />Naseer Ahmed Nasir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lullaby-for-lost-generations/
