Beginning in the eyes <br />dreams end up at soles of feet. <br />The river is yet without a bridge. <br />For the earth is to become a path, a route, <br />centuries, a journey must endure. <br />Racing with water and wind <br />time overtakes me <br />and I, the lone <br />traveler of earth, <br />lagging way behind you, <br />holding close, the <br />left-overs of life, <br />from the farthest edge <br />of my expanse <br />wait for the universe to shrink. <br />They clay-lamp's flame <br />frightens the ghost of night. <br />The sky-canopy is too small; <br />the light more abundant than my heart. <br /> <br />But drams have a life, longer than all distances. <br /> <br />In seasons divine, <br />when stars, like flowers will bloom <br />and around sun-fire will hover, butterflies, <br />your moon-face will appear <br />through branches of eternal dusk. <br />If you'll have the strength <br />to endure and wait, <br />then, with a new arrangement of elements, <br />I'll come for you ….! <br /> <br />Poem by: Naseer Ahmed Nasir,1994. <br />Translated from the original Urdu into English by Yasmeen Hameed. <br />Copyrights (C) All rights reserved.<br /><br />Naseer Ahmed Nasir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fifth-loner/
