MORNING TIME …LIDDER STREAM PAHALGHAAM KASHMIR ..
( Photo Autar Mota )
( Photo Autar Mota )
To this photo I add a Verse of Urdu Poet Akhtar Ul Imaan that conveys My Predicament .
"Hazaar Baar Huva Yuun Ki Jab Umeeed Gayi
Gulon se Raabta toota Na Khaar apne rahay
Gumaan Guzarne Lagaa Hum Khade Hain Sehraa mein
Fareb Khaaney Ki Ja Rah Gayee na Sapne Rahe
Nazar Uthaa Ke kabhi dekh Leitay Thhay uppar
Na Jaane Kaun se aamaal ki Sazaa Hai Ki aaj
Yeh Vahima Bhi Gayaa sar Pe Aasmaan hai koyee."
Gulon se Raabta toota Na Khaar apne rahay
Gumaan Guzarne Lagaa Hum Khade Hain Sehraa mein
Fareb Khaaney Ki Ja Rah Gayee na Sapne Rahe
Nazar Uthaa Ke kabhi dekh Leitay Thhay uppar
Na Jaane Kaun se aamaal ki Sazaa Hai Ki aaj
Yeh Vahima Bhi Gayaa sar Pe Aasmaan hai koyee."
( Akhtar Ul Iman )
My simple English rendering would be as under …
"It happened a thousand times ,
when I lost all hope,
Loosing company of flowers ,
even thorns turned away from me ,
A doubt lurked within ,
As if ,
I stood in a desert .
Even Getting betrayed is now out of question,
Nor are these Dreams mine anymore .
when I lost all hope,
Loosing company of flowers ,
even thorns turned away from me ,
A doubt lurked within ,
As if ,
I stood in a desert .
Even Getting betrayed is now out of question,
Nor are these Dreams mine anymore .
Sometimes I would look up to the caring sky over me ,
Lost that as well as punishment to some act on my part.
Lost that as well as punishment to some act on my part.
Now there is no hope that a sky exists up above My Head."
( Autar Mota )
Based on a work at http:\\autarmota.blogspot.com\.
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