HAM PHOOL GULISTAN MEIN CHUNEIN
A poem by renowned litterateur Mr. Muslim Saleem
English translation by: Dr. Shahzad Rizvi
Our good fortune brings us joys while others suffer
Eyes are averted when they happen to fall on him
Our voices do not echo and they seem to get lost forever
As if the rocks on which they fall may have drunk them to quench their thirst
Oh God, are you collecting my prayers day after after day
So you can bestow your blessings on the Day of Judgment
Collective half dead conscience is being kept alive on artificial respirator
It seems society is replete with cadavers in motion
East and West are no longer different from each other
The entire planet is contaminated now
A poem by renowned litterateur Mr. Muslim Saleem
English translation by: Dr. Shahzad Rizvi
Our good fortune brings us joys while others suffer
Eyes are averted when they happen to fall on him
Our voices do not echo and they seem to get lost forever
As if the rocks on which they fall may have drunk them to quench their thirst
Oh God, are you collecting my prayers day after after day
So you can bestow your blessings on the Day of Judgment
Collective half dead conscience is being kept alive on artificial respirator
It seems society is replete with cadavers in motion
East and West are no longer different from each other
The entire planet is contaminated now
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