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1. Munificence of God — Poem by Naseer Ahmed Nasir

   In the free-abode of dreams
   there is a big gathering of assorted scenes
   In the name of history,
   the sale and purchase is in full swing openly,
   of the ancient amphitheaters,
   doctrines, beliefs and philosophies
   The hordes of slaves and concubines
   are being tended
   The beautiful ornate figurines of
   the masters, The Pashas and the Queens
   are glittering on every TV channel’s screen
   Inside the cloaks and the gowns
   there is no curb on the nudity of hearts and the souls
   I am seen in my full attire to everybody
   although I am nowhere,
   neither in the lush grass of the meadows
   nor in the wool sheared from the sheep
   I drift like the wind and
   pass through undetected by the CCTV cameras
   The roads made from the coal tar
   do not keep record of my pugmarks
   My fingerprints do not imprint
   on any manuscript of the, but still
   my hands are severed
   the sheer wall of my bodily abode
   is razed considering an encroachment
   to the limits of the Earth and the skies
   My hunger is erudite
   that has a craving for the words
   Standing in the queue, for the munificence of God
   even the leftover of the poetry
   on my turn comes to an end
   I do not get my meal-token
   Famished, I turn back
   even from the last dream!

   Poem by Naseer Ahmed Nasir
   Translated into English by Kamran Awan
   Copyrights (C) All rights reserved

2. Munificence of God — Poem by Naseer Ahmed Nasir

   In the free-abode of dreams
   there is a big gathering of assorted scenes
   In the name of history,
   the sale and purchase is in full swing openly,
   of the ancient amphitheaters,
   doctrines, beliefs and philosophies
   The hordes of slaves and concubines
   are being tended
   The beautiful ornate figurines of
   the masters, The Pashas and the Queens
   are glittering on every TV channel’s screen
   Inside the cloaks and the gowns
   there is no curb on the nudity of hearts and the souls
   I am seen in my full attire to everybody
   although I am nowhere,
   neither in the lush grass of the meadows
   nor in the wool sheared from the sheep
   I drift like the wind and
   pass through undetected by the CCTV cameras
   The roads made from the coal tar
   do not keep record of my pugmarks
   My fingerprints do not imprint
   on any manuscript of the time, but still
   my hands are severed
   the sheer wall of my bodily abode
   is razed considering an encroachment
   to the limits of the Earth and the skies
   My hunger is erudite
   that has a craving for the words
   Standing in the queue, for the munificence of God
   even the leftover of the poetry
   on my turn comes to an end
   I do not get my meal-token
   Famished, I turn back
   even from the last dream!

   Poem by Naseer Ahmed Nasir
   Translated into English by Kamran Awan
   Copyrights (C) All rights reserved