O CITY! DO NOT GIVE PAIN TO THY DWELLERS .( A POEM OF LATE MAKHDOOM MOHI UDDIN )

(Ye  Shahar )

Ye   shahar   Apnaa, ajab shahar   hai,

ke   raaton  ko

Sadak   pe   chaliye  Tau sargoshiyaan  si  kartaa  hai,

Bulaa   ke  zakhm   dikhaataa  hai

Raaz-e-dil   ki   tarah.

Dareeche  band

gali chupp,

Nidahaal  Deeivaarein,

kivaad    Muh’r-balab,

Gharon  Mein  Mayyatein   Thahree  hu’ii   hain  Barson   se

kiraaye par —— !

Our City

This city of ours is really strange:

It whispers at night

When we walk on the streets,

It beckons, and shows its wounds

as if they were the secrets of the heart.

Its windows are all shut;

Its lanes silent;

Its walls dead tired;

Its doors sealed.

In houses only the corpses have

stayed on for years on rent.

(Makhdoom Mohiuddin)

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