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1. Song Of The Dark

   When it rains dark­ness
   we beg refuge in an iri­des­cent dream, and
   we don’t know that
   after hav­ing a plunge into the colours of the painter
   how does the night change into blue?

   The night flees hear­ing the soft foot­steps of light;
   rush­es into the nooks and cor­ners -
   spreads to the hol­low spaces;
   a few holes pierce the souls
   trav­el­ling through those
   it moves to anoth­er direc­tion -
   Is that path dark too?
   Is there a bot­tom­less
   crater of dark­ness
   that moves from one illu­sion of light
   to anoth­er?
   Does there too
   the dark­ness draw
   delight the way
   we draw plea­sure from our
   wan­ton sad­ness? And
   over­flow with our
   iniq­ui­ty; and
   lose all resid­ual words
   in the entwin­ing net of great vers­es.

   Wounds in the souls
   go deep­er each moment; and
   life in between the day and night
   like crawl­ing and sway­ing shad­ows -
   Moves from one direc­tion to the oth­er;
   sec­ond to the third,
   third to the fourth,
   fourth to the fifth; and then
   to the whole uni­verse; and
   like this, onto a lim­it­less direc­tion.
   Life keeps crawl­ing on the knees silent­ly
   from one lair to the oth­er;
   from one cor­ner of the uni­verse to
   the oth­er cor­ner -
   Even the souls start sob­bing
   and there at the God’s col­umn-less
   palaces;
   dark­ness looms over the sparkling stars;
   wait­ing for the chance to assault, and
   reach­es those lands where
   hearts cul­ti­vate
   and minds blos­som in flow­ers!

   Poem by: Naseer Ahmed Nasir,2008.
   Trans­lat­ed from Urdu into Eng­lish by Dr.Bina Biswas
   Copy­right© Naseer Ahmed Nasir, All Rights Reserved.