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1. Not a Sin­gle Thing I Can Do In Order

   I start drift­ing
   with the winds and the clouds
   just like that,
   even in the bright­est sun­shine
   start get­ting drenched in the rain,
   among the chil­dren
   become one,
   and play­ful­ly put the entire ocean
   in my pock­ets instead of eyes,
   fall in love with the women
   all know­ing­ly,
   just on a mes­sage sent by friends
   keep on wait­ing in the door­way,
   in the par­ties
   always get there on time
   to receive the hosts,
   always spill the cur­ry on my new dress,
   in the group-pho­tos
   keep sit­ting aside out of focus
   or keep on cre­at­ing room for the oth­ers
   and get out of frame,
   instead of mak­ing my way force­ful­ly ahead
   keep wait­ing in the queues
   for my turn which,
   almost always nev­er comes,
   get the gist just from a sin­gle word
   and start speak­ing in a haste
   cut­ting short the peo­ple,
   for­get to take sip
   from the tea-cup in front of me,
   and to rec­i­p­ro­cate the ones
   who admire me,
   so much so
   mak­ing shave in the morn­ing,
   I start scrib­bling poems!

   Urdu poem by Naseer Ahmed Nasir
   Eng­lish trans­la­tion by Kam­ran Awan