Journeys prose poem

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Exhaustion is obvious on our foreheads
why does blood leak instead of sweat?
It’is flowing in the tears instead of veins.
What anxiety is body experiencing?
Why exhaustion is in the eyes?
Where do we have to go?
What are our destinations?

you are also a passenger
and so am I,
so what kind of passengers are we?
Whose will’s bridles do we have in our nose?
Seems to be that all the bridles are in the unseen wind’s hand,
the wind which always rustles in its ears;

As we all are sheep with the bells noise around our neck,
We are driven by a shepherd
and we are simply following him
(Are we the Jesus’ sheep?)
where do we have to go?
what are our destinations?
and our life ?

Our life is nothing but a burden,
a burden that we always have to carry on a saddle of our body;

We are not skilled enough to end our life,
we don’t have a home to stay and rest,
we are not aware of who had separated from us and where.

Poet: nadeem bhabha,
translation: naheed virk, an urdu poet and translator from michigan/usa.

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Naheed Virk

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Naheed Virk is a published Urdu poet with two Urdu Poetry Books and one English/Urdu novel translation. She translation evolves mostly around poetry, prose, short stories, and novels from/to English/Urdu. By profession, she is a Software Engineer working for Ford Automotive Industry.
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