The Sparrow’s Sorrow

The Sparrow’s Sorrow

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By Zareef Ahmad Zareef | Tr. by Shafi Shauq

Before I narrate my suggestive tale,

I salute you all with love and respect.

Two decades so harrowing have slipped away,

Yet it is not easy to breethe at ease.

If the tongue dithers  and  nothing is said,

People of tomorrow can’t know our today.

For many an age we have been bearing torments,

Burning is known when you touch a hot cinder.


A sparrow I saw perched on my pomegranate bush,

“ What ails you that you shiver ?”  I asked the bird.

“No use telling you,

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