My words
like incense sticks,
Fragrance flows towards your shadows.
Sometimes
like birds flutter
on the canopy of mosque,
like sunflower
stare at your rays.
My words
sometimes
on the sands of sea waves
write Allah.
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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