Poem By Muhammad Ishaq Abbasi (Prepared Angela Kosta)
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POEM BY MUHAMMAD ISHAQ ABBASI (PAKISTAN)
It was summer and evening was falling.
Due to the intense heat,my face was withered.
Above the eyelids,there was a layer of dust.
The thought was scattered
And there was restraint in emotions.
My heart was also broken.
Quickly climbed up the mountain,
In the middle of the forest.
Around which there were figs and jambolan trees.
Whose branches were spread along the mountain.
Which were loaded with black fruits.
Felt as if someone had put on a black cloak.
I would pull the branch towards me with one hand
And started to separate the fruits from the branche with the other hand.
Then I got busy eating.
As soon as the juice of jambolan goes down the throat.
My soul and body began to feel refreshed.
A black cuckoo was also enjoying the fruits,
Which would make his presence felt after a while with his melodious voice.
Monkeys performing acrobatics on trees
And the arrival of the flying peacock made the
atmosphere enchanting.
Suddenly, with the thunder of the clouds,
light rain began to fall.
Which started connecting my scattered thoughts.
And the juice of the fruit soothed the dry desert of the heart.
Now my cheeks were pink like jambolans were pink inside.
I was hiding my face from the mirror earlier.
Now I kept looking at my beauty of face,
in the mirror again and again.
Prepared Angela Kosta Academic, journalist, writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator
