39 THE WOUNDS OF PARTINGS...

39  THE WOUNDS OF PARTING…

The wounds of parting as they start to heal
Sorry for myself I begin to feel

I tell myself of her curly hair
And the way it used to fly in the air

And I also want to go to her street
To talk to everyone who there I meet

But I’m an alien, I miss my city
And deserve I do a lot of pity

And I’m a prisoner; I’m in the dock
My lips are sealed; I cannot talk

So when at night I’m in the cage
You can’t blame me if I feel the rage

                          URDU POEM
                            GHAZAL

Tumhari yaad kay jab zakhm bhartnay lagtay haen
Kisi bahaanay tumhaen yaad kernay lagtay haen

Hadees e yaar kay unwaan nikhharnay lagtay haen
Toe her hareem maen gaisoo sanwarnay lagtay haen

Her ajnabi hamaen mehram dikhhaaie daeta hay
Jo ab bhee taeri gali say guzarnay lagtay haen

Saba say kertay haen ghurbatnaseen zikr e watan
Toe chashm e subhey maen aansoo ubharnay lagtay haen

Wo jab bhee kertay haen is nutq o lab ki bakhiagari
Fiza maen aur bhee naghmay bikhharnay lagtay haen

Dar e qafas pay andhaeray ki mohr lagti hay
Toe, FAIZ, dil maen sitaaray utarnay lagtay haen
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