Apart from me, you are happy
Like me, you too are a fraud
On the wall, I saw a crescent
I thought there, you were present
The budding flowers are targeting high
Exactly as you are the laughing sky
The dusk tells me at every shore
What type of clothes you wore
Matter of heart, I read expressions
At the sea coast, you count the waves
With the world, you alone are fighting
How childish you are talking!
The poem is a translation of an Urdu poem by Bashir Badr
