Paths are hot on my trail <br />And eyes...... as always they do...... <br />Behind, far behind <br />Are nailed to apertures in the door. <br /> <br />My mom has furrows <br />Criss-crossed on her time-worn face <br />And like a dot sans word <br />Unaware of my own import <br />I am gaoled in the abdomen <br />Of starving books. <br /> <br />If one were to look <br />Into sisters' eyes at the moment of parting <br />One would know <br />How deserts are changed into oceans. <br /> <br />Do you remember <br />You had said at separation <br />When the dreams of journey <br />Spring forth from lines of the palm <br />To become the fate of my feet <br />Two eyes......as always they do...... <br />Behind, far behind <br />Will be nailed to the apertures in the door. <br /> <br />And that moment <br />(you had said) <br />Will be the last link in our contact. <br /> <br />(1980, Translated By Dr. Satyapal Anand)<br /><br />Naseer Ahmed Nasir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poem-about-expanding-distances/
