Our Souls Will Smile There Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

There will be summer in your city
Right in front of the same sea
And the same sand
I'll look for you there
Paths that ever prayed for us will unfold
Smell of the Indus's dust,
and the hotter days of Sindh
Still there will be coolness
For you'll be raining there
Our bare eyes will again dance together
We'll not whisper; we'll not speak
We'll let our souls smile there
Separating lines would vanish there
All the distances would die
And our gypsy spirits will embrace each other
Love, we'll meet the permanence there forever.