Don't take us for the wall itself <br />For when the earthen plank behind the wall <br />Gets soaked through <br />We'll let the sorrow of burdonsome wetness <br />Flow through us <br /> <br />The soil sucks the trees' roots till now <br />Till now the sorrow of waters <br />hasn't reached the earthen plank behind the walls <br />Earth has not seen the woebegone face of the sky <br />The wall hasn't learnt to shed tears <br /> <br />Wind even now expects to blow the leaves away <br />Empty polythene bags sputter on roads <br />That never had trees planted on sides <br />People drink blood of their own climes <br />And grow like germs <br />Bonfire conflagrations ignite every where <br />Smoke has turned the flowers black <br />Butterflies' wings look ashen <br />The dream's face will bend under pressure <br />And break into smithereens <br />Let the moisture come! <br />Let the clouds of pains burst! <br />Let the sky's sorrow descend to the earth! <br /> <br />Don't consider us the wall itself <br />Don't think we're but worthless <br />For when the earthen plank behind the wall <br />Gets soaked <br />We'll be there to let the sorrow <br />Of burdensome wetness <br />flow through us <br />Look! Our eyes do not have tears <br />But the mud of our dreams. <br /> <br /> <br />(Translated by Dr. Satyapal Anand)<br /><br />Naseer Ahmed Nasir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/weep-holes/
