An Annoyed Day, A Dishevelled Night Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

An annoyed day,
A dishevelled night,
A silent moment
Smouldering!
The passing caravan of memories of yesterday,
Panting beside the mile stones,
The head smashing wind against walls of the house,
Silent sunlight creeping to the yards,
Hushed spaces confined into the close rooms,
A lonely bird fluttering in the branches,
Against branches of the neem astray wind brushed swaying,
No movement is in the windows,
No sound of silence is on the floor,
It seems as if the wind is about to change its abode passing through the channels of breath.

Amid grey city of the evening,
Gait of the sunlight has begun to stagger,
Shadows on the walls have begun to quake;
Ah! The night has approached shaking the curtains of thoughts,
Sad and dishevelled.

An annoyed day,
A dishevelled night,
Moments descended and lost themselves into the cave of Time,
Where already have sunk many astray caravans of the centuries.

Written by Jagdish Prakash
Translated by Muhammad Shanazar