Night hidden behind that hillock <br />Hasn't peeped out so far <br />The ocean of darkness <br />Hasn't become turbulent till now <br />As yet black snakes <br />Hanging from arms of the clock <br />Stare at us with red ambers of their eyes <br />As yet with bated breath <br />The wolf of time <br />Waits behind blood-strewn sand dunes <br />For ripped-open body of the sun. <br />Surrounded by shadows - green and fresh <br />The shimmering cold water in the blue lake <br />Has as yet not become <br />Acquainted with <br />Swelling waves of strangeness <br />In our eyes. <br /> <br />Welcome...... as it is...... <br />The frozen caravan of silent moments <br />And the unacquainted water <br />Stay. <br /> <br />Pay heed to me, O stranger, <br />My co- traveller <br />Ere the silent ticking of the clock <br />Turns into an explosion <br />And declares the sun's demise, <br />Shall we <br />Preserve through the camera's eye <br />This meeting of ours <br />On the blind screen of feelings...... <br />With the waning, blood-red <br />Picture of receding evening's myriad scenes? <br />And thus fill the empty cup <br />Of our desires with innocent happiness? <br /> <br />(1975, Translated by Dr. Satyapal Anand)<br /><br />Naseer Ahmed Nasir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/snapshot-6/
