WHAT I FEEL - By Professor Dr. Saadat Saeed |
WHAT I FEEL
Is my feeling dead
Or am I severed from the bustling Existence
I have no link with Death
No union with Life
Yet, on the borders of days and nights
I converse with stones
Collect shells of agony
But keep my distance
From the gems within them
I roam and reside
On spiritless roads of insensitivity
Fill up cradles of my thoughts
With birds of superstition
Pierce the thriving blisters of the heart
And die
Translated by Yasmeen Hameed
Thanks
Pakistani Literature 2001
The Pakistan Academy of Letters