Dishevelled Hair Poem by Muhammad Shanazar
Dishevelled Hair
The evening that descended,
In your patio,
In extending, shrinking arms,
Intoxicated and drowsy,
In fact was the spell
Of your radiant eyes.
God forbid!
The moon at that night
Seemed to me filthy;
I felt as if the cosmos
Combined into one in me.
The same evening,
Even today is sitting enthralled,
With dishevelled hair
But…
Written By Farheen Chaudhry
Translated By Muhammad Shanazar
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