Wanderings..

Wanderings.. short poem

The habit of my soul to just walk away,

leaving all relations one by one.

Taking all the misfortunes,

and the blames thereof,

and the seduction of the silence

of the mourning afterwards.

Yes I know it has got that nag of a wanderer’s flight.

Its still not fair to accuse it of adultery,

that you say it is none other than a harlot,

my fickle mindedness

and my wanderings..

Covering itself in the trembling moments,

in the search of those roses of griefs,

in this momentary night..

It enters into nakedness, this poet,

in its attribution towards rejected sadness of the sufferers.

Ashamed is the witness, this universe

on the fact that,

the reward for this is the punishment

of being regarded as indulging in prostitution..

Its not fair to accuse it of adultery,

that you say it is none other than a harlot,

my fickle mindedness

and my wanderings..

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Hullas Arora

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Wo aur hain.. Wo aur hain sajde me jinke..taareefein bh jhuk jaati hain.. Wo aur hain sajde me jinke..lehar-e-hangaam bhi ruk jaati hain.. Mai to baashindaa aam hun.. Meri khaatir shaukat jaayaz nahi.. Haan main unme se nahi..
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@Hullas_Arora welcome to HoP and kudos! It’s a beautifully written piece of poetry (though the original Urdu version had to be abandoned as we are an English poetry site only currently) Have taken the liberty to reformat your submission and edit it some on account of the desire to publish your brilliant writing, hope it is acceptable to you, please keep writing to us.

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