Ornament to my thought… Unraveling to my heart…
I have lost that pain to which my soul aspires.
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Day to day, I face the same grief and the same hope.
I wish to disengage from this wasteful sorrow.
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How can I hold my life in a single vessel?
I feel the urge to fly in other skies than you.
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This stupefying dream of day and night should cease.
I yearn to see some new face in the crowd.
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A single wish consumes my madness like a fire:
I shall have a home not confined by doors and walls.
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Except Heart, there is no such house in the whole world
Where the doors are left open and theft does not threaten.
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Every speck of wasteland carries an example.
Who is there to show? There is none willing to see.
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Everything speaks behind these cloaks of silence.
Alas, there is no audience. Ears here are struck.
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When free, listen to the sound of the roses’ glee.
This is not speech that has been uttered.
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For a long past hour, someone keeps me company;
Is there anyone who can see the dialogue occur?
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Rousing verse demands stimulating gathering.
Song of the pea-cock needs a flourishing forest.
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© Sadat Jabeen
