The child babble in the onset
The rose have little buds
People experience like a nerd
The sun-tanned labourer becomes red
The sailor tends to become weird
When he sees the signs of risk ahead
As life is not full of hustle and bustle
The sheferd keeps attached withthe herd
Well-nigh music was too loud
That could make people dead
People want silence at the sound of clock
Even this small ticking make them heard
But the weird is always weird
Even the twitter of bird
Even cook a doodle so
The way cuckoo say cuckoo
Feels like a sudden dud
May everyone see peace like word
That will be as delicious like a curd
Hafiz Muhammad Qasim
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem