O' These Tales, A Bit Partly Done… 2407-2k16

O' these tales, a bit partly done
What shall you do to hear them told?
Alas the dreams! That we weaved
Lent the moon some silver strands
The sun threw in some golden bands
Realities, that often crouch in stealth
Forever in spite of nascent dreams
From whence, unseen, they sprout forth?
To snatch from them the rainbow whole
The sun too stood daggers drawn
The moon too covered silent slinked

But would we ever accept defeat?
Howsoever bitter it felt to us
Befriended our befallen fate
Filled the same with sweet succor
Wove the time with gilded strands
Lit the scene in moonlight bright
Lo! Rainbows then tumbled down
Spread within, her colors to lend
A novel picture came to fore
Cruel realities to gardens morphed
The fallen dreams woke to smiles

Yes….! ! !
Some wishes! that remained unmet
For ever to sigh within our breast
We took them along on our fest
To tread the tricky path…yes! ! !

by saadat tahir

Comments (3)

It's wonderful to see the translation of my poem. You have enhanced it through your own creative touch.
Yes….! ! ! Some wishes! that remained unmet For ever to sigh within our breast We took them along on our fest To tread the tricky path…yes! ! - - - -So nicely done. We keep some 'unmet wishes ' secretly inside our heart and the sighs- - -! ! ! I do not know Urdu..The poem must be very beautiful in Urdu. Thanks to both you and Jasmine for this wonderful poem.
Some wishes remains unmet To thread the tricky path.. Very true we always do