When the stony silence <br />Becomes a shadow <br />Of internal monologues <br />And loneliness peeps out <br />Of door apertures.... <br />Don't write a word! <br /> <br />When evening <br />Heavy with sorrow <br />Descends from the roof-tops <br />Sterile scenes play hide and seek <br />On paths coming from afar <br />And eyes placed on cornices <br />Gather dust of dreams.... <br />Don't write a word! <br /> <br />When letters that spell <br />Yours name and my name <br />Get moth-eaten <br />And words suffocate to death <br />In closeted books of our lives <br /> <br />A story <br />You ought to write then <br />Without a word in it! <br /> <br />(Translated by Dr. Satyapal Anand)<br /><br />Naseer Ahmed Nasir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ultimate-story/
