Translation of an Urdu Poem
The desert caravans in the spring sun,
the roses still unblossomed,
the dreams in my eyes
The clouds in your eyes
all got scattered somewhere
on dusty roads!
The last words on our lips,
in our death beds,
remained unheard.
The colorful flowers
meant for you and me,
still remained unplucked.
Note: The original Urdu poem of
Amjad Islam Amjad is here
(via sulekha)
Sunday, December 10, 2006
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