Poem by Mushtaq Gabol
Across the border;
When the wind wafted; the troops gasped unworriedly!
Whilst went the fragrance,
They received it warmly!
To the flock of doves
Considering them as the token of peace
Allowed to fly freely!
Across the border,
Olive trees were grown!
One day my toddler;
Like wind, like fragrance, like doves
Went across the border.
What happened then?
Why do you inquire it from me?
Ask from the troops
And appeal them to return my toddler’s dead body, at least!
Translated from Sindhi into English by Mubarak Ali Lashari
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