Poem by a wellknown Pakistani Poet Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Don’t ask me for my first love
Don’t ask me for my first love
I had understood that life is bright
If there is grief, then what is the quarrel of grief?
From your face, the springs in the world are stable
What is kept in the world except three eyes?
So what is found, then the destiny will be naked
It wasn’t like that, I just wanted it to be like that
There are other sorrows in the world besides love
There are other comforts besides the comfort of Wasl
Countless centuries of dark monstrous talismans
Made in silk, satin and cotton
The bodies in the street and market
Covered in dust and bathed in blood
The body returns from the ovens of diseases that
have come out. Look here too
The pus-flowing, decomposing canker sores are
still attractive, Tara Hasan, but what can you do?
There are other sorrows in the age, there are comforts
besides love, there are other comforts besides the comfort
of a relative, don’t ask me for the first love.
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