There Is No Joy In Chinar Garden... Poem by Mohammad Younus

There is no joy in the Chinar Garden...
...as on now,
The leaves are as if burning ambers...
...that whisper melancholy songs when...
...the autumn wind touches them,
So the native birds make no mirth on...
...the boughs of singed chinars,
They perch on the charred boughs...
...brooding over the calamity...
...that has befell their heavenly garden;
Hiding their heads in armpits, they keep...
...sighing all night and day,
They are forced to dwell in devastated garden;
Even in hell like grim situation!
Because they have no safer place elsewhere to go;
On brows of every native bird is seen...
...an unfading frown,
Acute and intensifying pain is to be found...
...in every heart;
Yet they are forced to live on, for they can't...
...leave their native garden,
They as such, without protest, go on living...
...through fear and terror,
In their gloomy ancestral Chinar garden.

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