Wednesday, May 22, 2019 | ePaper
- Sikander Abu Zafar
Earth, O earth,
Would you remember me
When many years had rolled by?
When your dilapidated cottages
Would be freshly thatched
And no rains would stream down
Their gaping holes any more,
And the inmates of your home would sleep in peace
On cool mats spread on the dry floor-
Would you, in the quiet hour of such a happy night
Would you remember that as I lay in my crumbling room
And wasted away in consumptive fever
I used to dream all the time of such an hour as this?
Translated by Kabir Chowdhury