آؤ خاموشی اور صداؤں کا تبادلہ کریں (نظم گو: سروش لطیف، ترجمہ: نودان ناصر)
عورت نے پہلے اُس مرد کو
اور پھر خود کو مار ڈالا
اور وہ بھیڑیا جو اپنا حصہ لینے آیا تھا
اُسے کچھ نہ ملا
The Wounded
A consignment of robots
With rubber souls
And seven months pre matures
Tarnished her liquids
And treaded her robes
Of white frosts
A Story Retold
Sarosh Azeem: His tears watered the little sapling
their love had grown
after she had gone
and manured it with
ashes of memories
Escape
Forbidden was the proliferation
Slow and agonizing will be detoxification
Stop beach-combing to find
when it was the last you smiled
Greet the waiting astral diplomats
to accompany you on your voyage
On Their Way to Fade Away
Every language in the world is an epitome of certain culture and has its distinctive colour, beauty, rhythm and flavor which make it exotic and unique.
They Make You like Their Own Selves
Beyond these mountains
in the dark valley
with hoards of stashed gold and gems
and a universal trend to devour all
they live with a locust instinct
The Gravedigger
"He should dig his own pit before the whole city changes into a giant graveyard."
"The Second Unreal”
What is hidden under the deep waters of the lake
from which our newly bathed souls will emerge
singing a duet
hitherto forbidden
by the gods
Poetry of Imroz
Human beings in his poems are snared by orthodox social, political and moral dogmas and norms which in the form of traditions threaten their creativity and change them merely into stereotypes and artificial beings with lack of originality and have shattered personalities.