As soon as
I returned
from school
I used to hang my beg
on a peg
It used to play with me
Would bounce me
On the shoulder of wind
In the dark forest of clouds
In the yellow plains of grass
In the street, in the house
On Blue ceiling
Of arch of the sky.
One day
I threw it so high
It never returned
Like my childhood.
From ‘Maanind’
Baidar Bakht:: Translator of Urdu Poetry par excellence
BAIDAR BAKHT is Adjunct Professor of Civil Engineering at the Universities of Toronto and Manitoba, Canada. He translat...
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