The walls have come out of doors <br />Narrows are the passages, many are the footprints <br />On the steep rock where the sun lies half reclined <br />Jumping over one's shadow, falling headlong <br />Is the ultimate truth, nothing new about it <br />Dreaming some old dream <br />Eyes know not how much water has come out <br />Of their oceanic depths. <br />It is easy to cross a river <br />but how difficult it is to find a foothold on its banks. <br />Passing through the vicinity of human settlements <br />the pathways of history meander through <br />Fields, meadows, and vineyards and disappear <br />in the rise and fall of women. <br />Before the new crops come in <br />Weather keeps on changing. <br />Profound thoughts are for the Elect <br />and death for all! <br />Failure to compose a poem <br />is not the tragedy of the poet <br />when life is face to face with perpetual death <br />Death is reduced to a worn out cliché <br />Watering of the bygone days <br />yields nothing but heartrending toil. <br />Before we are discovered in our state of loneliness <br />from some star beyond our ken <br />Come! Let's scramble through the portals of the <br />Decaying buildings manned by enslaved <br />Souls, whose bodies are wrapped in dust <br />and bones have turned brittle <br />And just a gesture from the hand <br />Will bring them down to their feet. <br />The birds of clouds <br />and fluffs of rains <br />are not far away from the reach of the weather satellite. <br /> <br /> <br />Poem by: Naseer Ahmed Nasir,1994. <br />Translated from Urdu into English by Prof. Ghulam Gilani Asghar. <br />Copyrights (C) All rights reserved.<br /><br />Naseer Ahmed Nasir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spectrogram-of-a-pictorial-poem/
