Birds without tree!

Birds without tree!

(Zulfiqar Shah)

Scarlet of the dancing girl is about to set off,

Jesus! Why don’t you wake up in me?

A river that has curve at daunting peaks,

Will submerge one day with heavens at the Sea.

O love, your venom is a fogy mystery,

That always insurrects the hamlet of the Jogi.

They say, storms always divert doves to the stranger lands;

Forgetting that winds happen to be colorless,

And sky always courteous to birds without tree!

(By Zulfiqar Shah)