- by Shaheen (Ottawa) The breeze falls away. In the Yukon On the sunlit wall Hangs a picture of flowers, Fresh, red, bright; But above, Snow still covers the mountain crests. In front of me, A girl smiles, Whispering into the phone Sheepishly looks around What a quandary! What a charm! Here, my imagination blossom flowers, And there, everything frozen. This is our life. The breeze falls away. (Translated from Urdu) |
