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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